Excited aren’t you…wanting to know who is the new love in Pankhuri Awasthy’s life???
Well, sorry to disappoint you if you are looking forward to a spicy gossip story, for the pretty girl has found love in ‘poetry’.
Yes, these days the girl is on a writing spree! Though we do wonder if romance is making her mind do that, (wink wink)
Talking on her new found affinity, Pankhuri shared, “When an emotion has found thought and the thought has found words, that’s when poems are evolved. Real life inspirations and muse from time to time have inspired me to write poems. I must say add that I am yet to learn a lot, but it is just my honest approach towards my experiences.”
Here are a couple of poems that the actress has penned down (sic).
EVERYMAN
Those pages of his diary, now turned yellow
Safe in its leaves, a torn five rupee note
Those hands holding the diary, now wrinkled
Return to their infantile skin shed
What business takes him to his feet
I'm left to wonder...
His manly instincts now languid
Still he shows a courtesy here and there
His hunger now only pure
He eats his fill and relishes it
His reading he abandons and sits looking outside
What new ideas or simple thoughts move him
I'm left to wonder...
His semblance completely harmless
But a strange quest he emanates
He observes his 'kind' around him
But frowns, when denied an eye for an eye
What quid pro quo, was his demand
I'm left to wonder...
He looked at me when I was looking at him
He smiled at me and I sat still
For a moment he had lost again
When, my little girl returned a smile and that five rupee note
Which had fallen when he was gathering his hopes
He sat contented and closed his eyes..
Was that where his victory lied?
I'm left to wonder...
Was that smile, that little care
That sweet gesture, that hospitable stare
That sense of belonging and being human
That belief that a 'nobody' could be a truman
All that he wanted?
A search for hospitality in every heart and mind
So simple, yet so hard to find
Are we human enough, to return a smile for a smile
I'm left to wonder...
The Quaintrelle
When the sun was at its highest point
Upon its creation she stood tall
The moon knew its light is borrowed...
But she shone like a stardust doll
The heads turned, when she walked her way
All swayed needless to say
Unwillingly carried away with her charm... Superior heads paused
The reluctant ones involuntarily surrendered to the harm she caused
The women turned green
Needed a breathing spell
While she walked her way
The Quaintrelle!
Wow!! Aren’t these just too beautiful???
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