Tag: poetry
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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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October 05, 2006 12:41 AM EDT --
Children
This Christmas Ends
I came loitering into the town
Of lingering children, untamed.
I found . . .
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September 27, 2006 08:36 PM EDT --
It began
When his floor-tiles cracked
Assuming shapes of broken dreams
And shades of a spider's web.
The first shoot was seen – peeping in,
Creeping into his room.
An opening in the center of . . .
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April 03, 2009 09:45 PM EDT --
When we were children, we sat
On the staircase of an abandoned house.
The stairs led up to darkness. And fear.
And the house climbed up the stairs.
One step at a day.
One step up a day. . . .
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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 23, 2009 01:27 AM EDT --
The bridge is a crossing seen inside out.
I realized this while driving on the bridge, one day.
While the crossing is like a place divided into two,
The bridge is the rolling carpet that connects . . .
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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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September 12, 2008 07:46 AM EDT --
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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 25, 2009 02:35 AM EDT --
The sound of agony is disconcerting.
Sitting on the aeroplane, I still remember
The paper plane papa had made out of me
As he had glided me out of the window
Of the second floor of our house. . . .
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April 26, 2009 10:29 PM EDT --
There used to be a country
Where the islands stand today.
There used to be one long, tiring country.
You’d walk for ages until you’d find its edge.
The country refused to end. Let go of you.
But . . .
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April 27, 2009 09:51 PM EDT --
I wake up on a spaceship, one day.
I don’t find astronauts on it. Nor an alien.
I don’t know who’s driving the car.
I’m curious.
I’m curious to know if the spaceship
Has a steering wheel too. . . .
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April 02, 2009 04:10 PM EDT --
Papa calls me a dream. Or a nightmare.
He can’t really decide.
They’re equally frightening, he says.
And I can’t really decide
If I should take equality for a French Revolutionary term.
But equality . . .
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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 05, 2009 03:37 PM EDT --
The child slept on the stage
And that is how the play began.
He didn’t wake up throughout the play.
The child slept on the stage
And that is how the play ended.
Coming out of the theatre
I had . . .
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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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