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    Someone New

    Someone New Nine months pine to finally lay on cliffs Left hand on her waist gaits stiff His ceremonial orchestra waits for the first cry Days so many...

    “Post-mortem of Hands-shake”

    Microscopic illustration of porcupine spokes, Alien viruses from trillion light years find a scope; Toddles from the womb of  black holes; Hires our 24 senses as infected...

    Faded

      I am faded The last image of humanity before armageddon With my substantial bag of insults Licking everyone's feet, lost in my echoes I do not have a...

    Incarnadine

    The platelets, plasma and hemoglobin that churn, With the petal folds of my heart to blossom a red rose, Making their own music of a gush...

    An Old Monk

    A bud is plucked before could bloom, Friendly four corners snore of this room; What lives when that dies in whom, Leftover moist ashes of last monsoon. How...

    Won’t you write me a poem?

    Won't you write me a poem" I asked "Should I? What can I write when all I see is sunlight under your dark lashes, the curtains...

    Consecration

    Ages have gone, millennia crawled, Time has been our witness to standing still, The tides have gushed and slapped us, Lapped us gently too! We could not stay...

    The Lone Eagle

    Lone eagle, that hovers and soars, a speck in my eye, I long to be like you as you ride rough winds in the sky, And...

    The Dream I See

    Let me tell you about a dream I see Where I open my eyes and the dream I no longer see I drift to a magical...

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