Category: Art
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This Monsoon
Read more: This MonsoonWith pearls from the sky, Gliding gently on my face, I felt the touch of your fingers. Thick dark clouds, Reminded me of the darkness, We embraced in. Soaked in sweat of your ‘soil’, You sculpted the ‘clay’ I was, And I wielded your earthy scent. Blinded by your memories, Everything becomes, an Abstract…
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Lone Fox Dancing
Read more: Lone Fox DancingAs I walked home last night I saw a lone fox dancing In the cold moonlight. I stood and watched. Then Took the low road, knowing The night was his by right. Sometimes, when words ring true, I’m like a lone fox dancing In the morning dew. My favorite poem by Ruskin Bond has now…
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Home
Read more: HomeI cannot go back; no, I can’t To the house of my childhood. Cracked walls and plaster peeling off The brick and mortar crumbling In allegiance To the two failing bodies inside. Silent horror wrings my entrails; I cannot breathe As I come in and see The moment of blankness in clouded eyes Before…
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Petrashevsky without aide-de-camp
Read more: Petrashevsky without aide-de-campYour invitations are Petrashevskys. Except there is no messenger, No galloping horse, To stop the bullets. When the aims are taken And the triggers stand ready to be pulled, The eagles fly over me, Looking at my long hair let down by the dead wind. Then you shout, Your voice reaching across canyons, Rivers, abysses,…
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lest you hear me wrong lest the little gears in your head make up for me a falser voice in which you read my mute texts in words unpronounced never conjured for the aural nets to trap and cherish or flinch lest you begin to detest more than shame and regret or fall in love…
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Recycled Air (Merrin Alice Abraham)
Read more: Recycled Air (Merrin Alice Abraham)recycled air breathe in breathe out from ten in the morn to twelve in the night cake biscuits puffs water coffee water sustenance – breathe in air words on a screen images flit across the screen icons on the screen no life ahead of the dream drink in pale bold words font-arial size-11 books articles…
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Hums (Val Mickey)
Read more: Hums (Val Mickey)I. Morality is water which we hold not in the tumbler within our heads but in the palms of our hands II. I stare at the dead moth on my window sill its short, banal life and nothing after neither heaven nor hell should I bury it? III. Never pour wine to the babbler she…
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Goldfish | Pritam Majumdar
Read more: Goldfish | Pritam Majumdaryou are the origamic goldfish in my bubbles of desire memoirs of water in my dreams encircle the fantastic Taj in a sensual serenade written wistfully on a single grain of rice your desire is a mirror self reflecting in my dreams dissolved ad infinitum and in you emerges the true image of a false…
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The Holy War of Buddha
Read more: The Holy War of BuddhaSangham Sharanam Gachhaami A monk just passed by me. I stopped and asked, “Hey, Swami! What does that mean? Answer me.” His Face Sublime, His Attire Saffron. He replied, I am not Swami, Smile Genial, an Uncharged Neutron. A survivor of Samsara‘s Tsunami. Half hypnotized, I delved into his words. “Our Master preached Spiritual Equality,…
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the tree who fell down because of flowers
Read more: the tree who fell down because of flowersPoem by doesitmatterwhowrotethepoem the tree fell down a few weeks ago. people were intrigued and went to look at its roots – they declared that the roots weren’t strong enough to hold her upright. but I know that I had seen flowers, thousands of them, stars in the sky which the tree hid under her…
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