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A Passage to Winter

Access to the honey-pot denied, Ants crawled back to winter. I followed them to the horizon of slumber, Where lullabies hung in the drooping trees, Where dreams came dropping from the skies. Are you keen to strive back for the honey-pot? Returning is as tedious as going over....Read On

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A Seaside Encounter

She never knew The way I could be. It was all day long, A day-long eternity. All foot-prints on sands Were of the same feet, She never really knew How I was to repeat. She was unsure if love Could hold us all day long, As waves did back and forth Sing post-romantic song. She never really knew It was a Sabbath day All day long and after We did nothing say....Read On

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Assurance

No secret written on sands lasts long. Waves don't bother how much you love Or how strong your disaffection be. But, be assured, whenever you remember me, I'll be with you, I'll always be. No cry in the desert can reach the ears you mean. Cactus-thorns don't care for your loneliness. But, be assured,wherever you cry for me, I'll be with you, yes, I'll always be. I walk on...Read On

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Autumnal Leaf

Tearing all my names I look deep into your eyes.  Those hazel glasses Reflect my facial suspicion. Bearing all my shames I run my fingers through your hair. Those ripening locks Return my unsung desires. Nearing all my penultimate passions I crawl into the solitude. You smile to fall off Like an autumnal leaf....Read On

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Crossing a Desert

Crossing a desert is never a child's play. There's always so much of sands to get over.  Blistering sun during the day-time and unending thirst.  Camel-toes planting patterns ununderstandable. Crossing a desert is of no worth  If there's no river once you cross over,  If enough drinking-water is not available  At all the inns near the river bank. Have you ever chanced to see...Read On

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Deluge

I can jump from one mistake to another, If you agree to be with me in all doldrums. Being correct is all mechanical, Clothes are never as good as bare bodies. I love to see my errors play with my incoming days, Turn me upside down, bully me to uncertainties. You know how Noah's arc survived the Flood. Clothes are never as good as bare bodies. If you agree to be with me, We...Read On

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Dilemma

Those pimples on her face lately sprouted. Never knew I loved pimples so much. I met her after such a long intermission. Those lips red grew some indeterminate little cracks. Never thought kisses could be postponed  For another four weeks or so. I never smiled with so much of dissatisfaction. As she stood at the doorstep of the beauty clinic,  Her eye-lashes still flickered at...Read On

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Elegy

when words forlorn coalesce into an invalid metaphor, truth inheres the failed rhetoric. when truth digs holes in the fabric of letters, language dissipates in void. void extends in clandestine revenge to delete all poetry...Read On

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Eyes

Just wanted to see blue waves, all over.. But never knew those blue eyes could be so blue, Bluer than the waves...and the horizon... Everything around looked so familiar, Waves leaving the sands, Couple of oyster-shells discretely broken.. Never knew eyes could ever be so blue Never saw so many deserted umbrellas. ...Read On

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Forgetfulness

It's so nice of you You don't  Remember me. Forgetfulness is never  Ever a crime.  Memories not taken care of Mutate into forgetfulness. All the lone stretches  We walked together Have been deserted By so many others. So many like ourselves Did remember to forget. Perhaps you don't remember The cut-mark  Just above my left brow,  Just as I don't remember  ...Read On

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Learning

By the time her song weaves The lonesome road to happiness, I learn the art of listening to blue waves. Walking together we see flowers accompany us, Clouds, one or two, get distinctly impassioned. Colors mingle with fragrances as we leave our foot-marks behind. As her song weaves all our past in a fabric of present, I keep learning the art of remembering the forgettable....Read On

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Lines for King Lear

Shingles scattered, Barrenness, sultry and looking beyond. All the unknown faces now disappear,  All the grimaces take on their suitable alternatives. Rain drops are not remembered,  Winds suspended at the long-lost horizon. Nothing moves as ever before,  Nothing begets out of nothing. Shingles scattered,  Barrenness, sultry and looking beyond. Lear's regrets for Cordelia...Read On

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Lost and Found

Your voice long lost returned to me. I wondered if I could decode its content. Falling leaves whispered in darkness. Misty air wrote perfect pentameter couplets. I did recognize your voice, lost and found. Whispering leaves punctuated your pulmonary motion. Pentametric air cared your nimble bi-labial plosives. Your voice long lost returned to me. I wondered if you were there...Read On

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Missing the Train

The last suburban train got preponed.  I didn't apprehend, for it wasn't regular. Some railway porters consoled me a while,  Perhaps they thought I was in trouble. There was none else left on the platform.  I mean, somebody, who had a definite home to return.  I carried no luggage other than my backpack.  I really needed no porter to assist me. The problem was not that I missed...Read On

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Observations

dismantled cars overtake the running milestones, yellow leaves keep floating in the random air, young cabbages smile before rolling down to sleep. nothing shall happen to-day, except everything being run over, dismantled cars wear the cloak of yellow leaves, and the service stations bend over the cabbages. random air initializes to...Read On

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Remembering

Your face like broken smiles Keep me awake. I search All the hidden mirrors For your immaculate torso. Smells in the kitchen-garden Resolve into memories, Water-spouts here and there Work out a romantic alphabet. ....Read On

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Sand Dunes

A Brief Reflection on Existence

Sand dunes alter their surfaces too soon, Nothing remains beyond a while, Winds keep working out miracles. Why do you look forward to lengthiness? Any length of time proves repetitive, A moment independent still goes a long way. Nothing remains beyond a while. No thing remains beyond a while. Sand dunes teach existential...Read On

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Say No To Nothing

Never say no to nothing, Better turn the letters to make a new beginning. Don't regret if you fail to reach your destination, Don't regret if you get lost in transit. Say on, somehow on, No destination is worthier than the journey. Never say no to nothing, Transpose the letters, Say on, somehow on. Never say no to nothing. ...Read On

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Searching On

Foot-prints are all exhausted on yesterday's sands. You may ask for finger-prints at the agency office. Finger-prints, photos et all that they need for bio-metrics. Do you really require to know me? Two mail-ids I gave you years ago over the phone Are now both compromised, and the phone well-lost, Like Mark Anthony's Rome lost for Cleopatra. I am not really a...Read On

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Self-examination

Whispering fears crawl on to me. I never expected they would come so near. Meandering through the evergreen forest,  The river could understand my discomfiture. Have all birds migrated to their summer destinations? The crawling, whispering fears are so different  From birds' untaught intonations. The river keeps safe distance in its willful motion. Nests of migrating birds do...Read On

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She

She stood passionless, Asking for love. I needed a mistaken identity to respond. The hill-top evening matched so well with her cool purple motivation. I got fumbled, over-prepared. She took pity on me. Her lip-gloss glared in crimson...Read On

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Still-Born

Run-on lines metrically sound, couldn't be found.   Caesura, miscalculated,  left images obfuscated. Alone, bewildered, in my attic I was just churning and churning All the storm-clouds of cliches. Poetry was still-born round the corner....Read On

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The Room

She stood still before knocking, She knocked before stepping in. The room was empty, There were no signs of habitation except for an expired rocking-chair, Old stubborn orchids whispered in suspended vacuum. She never came to this room. She couldn't find a door to...Read On

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Thunderstorm

I knew the thunder wrote the love With letters of fire in the sky, I knew the storm raging above With winged winds blowing high. I knew her lovely, gorgeous, mine, Poised in her luscious swoon, A sparkling gloss with all its shine Crafted love-lorn jingling tune. Dark mischief in her stare Whispered in the fiery lust, Blushing cherries bulging bare Woke me to a...Read On

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Waiting Downstairs

No signs of suffering could be seen Except the silence tied up with the spotless walls. The cubicle looked void of all memories, Glass doors seemed to have shut out all. The lonely medicated air was never willing To recall anything worth-remembering. He was there lying on a series of devices, Seeming to live on the edge of life, No face was enough to wake him up, No sighs...Read On

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You

When the rains come as bulging drops of tear, I can smell the wet warmth of your intimacy. As if you are here, there, and everywhere,  As if you run around me in the rain-soaked garden,  Your hair splashing a memory of love forbidden. When the rains keep coming more and more,  I can no longer smell or see or hear  Anything that once upon a time was you....Read On