Tag: philosophy
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April 01, 2009 03:23 PM EDT --
They’ve spotted footprints here.
It’s the aliens, they say.
My pennies lost somewhere in those sands.
Fallen off my pockets.
Camouflaging beneath the grains of silica (or if . . .
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April 15, 2009 12:15 AM EDT --
I guess it was a Monday when
Walking down to the place
Where our school used to be, I found
It had been replaced by a hangar.
It had planes that seemed old and empty.
And the children whose jubilant . . .
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April 17, 2009 10:12 PM EDT --
My study resides on the hills.
I have to climb through the clouds
To reach there. A long walk.
They say there are sages on the hills
Like there are mosquitoes in the swamp.
There must’ve been sages . . .
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April 28, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
These days, I wonder oftentimes,
How we could’ve never noticed the trend.
The common thread flowing through it all,
As if someone’s holding a sign above his head
And we never bothered to look up . . .
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April 29, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
Once upon a time, I used to have time
And I stole some of it to sit beside your grave.
I didn’t know why I went there
The graveyards were off-limits since the days of the circus.
The graveyards were . . .
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June 17, 2009 10:27 PM EDT --
Her blood rained, like droplets, on an unchanging spot. Beside her bed. Accumulated. Drop by drop. Every drop. Except the first one.
He closed his palm, felt the warmth of the first droplet with . . .
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August 04, 2008 10:19 PM EDT --
Casually, he had casted the lighted matchstick up. Instead of down, to be falling somewhere on the already dirty earth beneath. Or on some long abandoned newspaper. Yellow grasses. And set them aglow. . . .
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September 14, 2008 03:03 PM EDT --
Tushi was a cat who could have been an ocean.
She could have been other things as well like – a blanket that smelled of warmth, a puddle in your green yards, a broken wristwatch, a collage of photographs . . .
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April 12, 2009 10:37 AM EDT --
I came musing into a senile night.
In its womb I found a tent.
Sleeping.
The tent was huge.
It seemed to encompass the entire night.
Clinging on to it.
The night was old.
It had waited in . . .
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April 23, 2009 10:09 PM EDT --
A storm had broken in somehow, into one of my childhood days.
It wasn't meant to be there.
It should have been a clear evening in the park,
Like all evenings in the park are meant to be.
There . . .
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April 22, 2009 01:34 AM EDT --
One day, my reflection stepped out of the mirror
As I sat unaware reading the newspaper.
He came up from behind. Tiptoed
Like a child. Touching my shoulder.
And it’s difficult greeting your own . . .
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April 30, 2009 05:10 PM EDT --
Before I’d start writing this poem
An angel gifted me a pen drenched in smile
And ink, so that I may complete the last of my poems.
I was reminded how I had wondered
A long time back if my hands . . .
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April 04, 2009 12:04 PM EDT --
Our first meeting was inside a closet.
Incidentally, so was our first year together.
Our first meeting was difficult.
We were like two tiny existentialists
Fighting for the most valuable resource . . .
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April 06, 2009 09:47 PM EDT --
The history of Uncle Klempt’s death
Had still belonged to the future, those days.
Like the days when you’d open your windows
And the first thing you notice is smoke.
Rising up. Almost artistically. . . .
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August 15, 2008 08:25 AM EDT --
He had painted the picture of nothing but a solitary teardrop on a piece of black carbon paper. On the other side of the paper he had laid down the river.
Night bloomed in the river, that morning. . . .
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June 01, 2008 01:49 PM EDT --
In the end, the wings took her inside herself. She flew right through her own nostrils.
The flight, she still recalls, was endless. She didn't know that her inside was deeper and vaster than the . . .
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April 07, 2009 09:20 PM EDT --
One day, our feet felt heavier
Than the bag that we used to carry around
Everywhere. And the two of us
Decided to rest. Yes, just like that.
I know none of you shall agree
Or approve of such careless . . .
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April 13, 2009 10:48 PM EDT --
My friend was a hand
Before he became my friend.
He lived inside a debris.
He said he loved the darkness in there.
He said it was the safest place to be.
A broken house may not wreck once again. . . .
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April 12, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
There are ways in which
The earth might become the roof
Above your head. The first one
Being walking on your palms
(and mind you that’s not walking inside your palms.
Just) lingering upside down . . .
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April 20, 2009 12:55 AM EDT --
Let’s speak of a time when there was sound.
We used to linger in the auditorium
We had players and audience.
An existence meant for each other.
A belonging sans personal acquaintance.
Let’s think . . .
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