Poetry, 1 min readNamrata MamgaiJune 26, 2019True Self, Young, India, Imagination

Sliding By The Hourglass

Poetry, 1 min readNamrata MamgaiJune 26, 2019True Self, Young, India, Imagination

Moving down the hourglass
Brushing aside the swollen past
You seek and seek through the slipping sand
Covering up the bruised hand
Just moving down the hourglass

Heeding those swiped moments
You see through the immature you
The one caring about nothing new
Sewing up the dreams strip by strip
Building up the strength holding the grip
Breaking the illusion again moved down the hourglass
Resenting what I exist as today...
Rotting dreams and broken sounds or say
These are not the paths the younger you paved
None of leisure satisfies the hunger I craved
The forever laughter
Never ending imaginations
Those little hopes
Dreaming over mere raindrops
Which is not what I see
The mirrored me ...isn't me
Want to grab the innocence once again
Carrying the smiles barring the nonchalants
Breaking the chains
Reversing the vains ...
Just wanted to move to end of the hourglass....

Namrata Mamgai

Naive writer. Love to get indulged in the mirage of words... Would like to explore more.

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The Funambulist

They call me - The girl who dances on the rope.
Every morning I rise up with this name,
Walking on the wire, as my balance I cope.
People gathered to watch the show, illusion fame.

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Fly

And they will suggest
Tone down your love,
the language, that laughter.
They will scare you…

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A Note to The Old Self Pal

Why'd you betray?
I'd given you all the reasons,
To go with me.
Why'd you choose that only reason,
to go on your own?

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It's Okay To Bleed. It's Okay🏵

Pain and sorrows are never a joke, no matter how silly the reason behind it.
If you're hurt, you're hurt. You don't need to give any clarification, about why it's affecting you.
Emotions don't require any explanation.

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I Am Me

When the lights go out and leave you standing in the rain,
When you feel there's no one to save you from drowning in your pain,
When you think you are lonely enough to let out a cry
It's the expression in your mind that encourages you to give one more try.

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