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November 10, 2009 08:37 PM EST --
taste of the relatives
The preserves she brought taste akin to
the tongue of flame, green college boys, sweet, sour
and briny. Advises are the same. Lead
a life . . .
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July 22, 2009 06:02 AM EDT --
Years
From one new year to another n e w y e a r she has traveled to find out some of her enduring things are not there; vanished disappeared petered out with the names they have been tagged . . .
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November 12, 2009 08:41 PM EST --
Lunch hour on the 30 th
Sound of a cooker, middleclass home,
the month ends; well, almost. See a kite
stuck on the roof. Father has troubles
to keep his . . .
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July 14, 2009 08:26 AM EDT --
Sense and sensibility
Sense is a feeling
albeit lacking it
has been plaguing me
through this life, my life.
Ha! Irony is
I can always feel it.
I can feel others
but can’t . . .
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November 05, 2009 08:40 PM EST --
A letter from anyone
A letter has been thrown from the window
of a white girls’ school-bus to no one
in particular and the glory
belongs to all the boys. The letter . . .
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July 23, 2009 10:50 AM EDT --
A sound of orient
He looks like a fragranced oasis in this city;
a lean, yet muscular man in a dhoti,
sweaty; playing flute, a plateful of bland food
in front of him, his . . .
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October 16, 2009 09:41 PM EDT --
Run for an empty reason
A murder of the crows gathers on the fence.
we sit on two different benches, watching
whose daily hollowness may win the mock race
on the dark . . .
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July 08, 2009 08:58 AM EDT --
Time’s Lust for life
A short amble through the Van Gogh’s pastures, lustrous in chrome,
dust is leaving some patches on his trousers; all he can
dream is, warm . . .
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July 09, 2009 07:11 AM EDT --
Ten years old world
(To the daughter of Ferosh is O. )
Infighting between cyborgs
is yet to be appeased,
but with a jerk windows’ panes
flash a secret signal . . .
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July 25, 2009 06:29 AM EDT --
defying gravity
Chances are you know of gravity,
but just in case you do not know,
it is what drives our mass, moves it
from this door to that door in search,
drawing . . .
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September 27, 2009 09:20 AM EDT --
Short story on escape
She insists that I should attend the door. The calling-bell buzzes for the sixth time after we come back from the sleep.
With a sigh I rise. Come downstairs. . . .
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October 02, 2009 08:01 AM EDT --
A monastic traveler speaks
I am not proud to be
not an easy person… true!
The dog, with a wound through which
a universe is dripping,
does not answer. The straight . . .
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October 05, 2009 09:46 PM EDT --
Insane bones
Van Gogh went away before I knew him well.
Yesterday I finally understood him
over a goblet of blood and a shared
feelings of the burns of insanity.
In the basement . . .
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July 10, 2009 10:04 PM EDT --
Irony
“They do not come, as sweet as they used to, these days.”
Looking at the helpless fleshes of oranges
produced in green Darjeeling hills, the old man says. . . .
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July 02, 2009 10:07 PM EDT --
Oyster days (WWE)
Can she remember her days
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Now it is a great city
where her painted . . .
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August 02, 2009 07:38 AM EDT --
passion of believing
If this red orchid means anything
it is the passion of believing,
it is the belief in believing.
Noon has made the orchid little shy;
it . . .
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October 15, 2008 10:38 AM EDT --
White blank you were
The white paper keeps a steady stare
at me. It's fair void is rousing something
within. "What are you looking at? Do not!"
still, . . .
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November 09, 2009 08:41 PM EST --
Both the poems are dedicated to the victims and Andrea Grenadier whose poem has inspired me.
Parrot, on the war
Even in the days of a war, she catches . . .
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June 30, 2009 10:09 PM EDT --
The hawker of pretenses
The hawker of pretenses, he is;
roaming through the city and its streets.
You can find Indian arts to
Chinese comb as per his claim.
(You must have heard . . .
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July 01, 2009 10:10 PM EDT --
Signature of life
The signature of sun can be seen
on those fleets of clouds, soft, floating.
The faded ochre dress flutters like
an ancient race’s posted . . .
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