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54Poetry wakes up
To river-dolphins (Platanista gangetica) The river of Ganges flows by my city like a dirty dress of a vivacious girl, a child, playing with its building set and dirt to build random...
4 comments39Mediaval Bed
Medieval bed An old bed for a medieval brothel dances around in sinuous harem pants that really are wind blown mosquito nets. > Blackbird fountain pen leaks at its bladder’s end; smears...
2 comments42Memories and dreams
WAKE UP Waking up, from the cold water; walking over it; a spider, is moving with lame laziness towards its unaware breakfast. > Heat generated first clouds, the newborns, yelping,...
3 comments57A beach of bared storm
Snake on the beach You have gasped, almost screamed and scurried away, like the crabs; of course, you are unaware that it has long been dead. A defused serpent. > The coiled reptile sleeps; sleeps on a gold-beach; sleeps till...
4 comments41Kitchen and sundial
Kitchen and sundial (To Alison and the surreal circus-IV) Reeling in, rolling in the scene, words, smells, senses she looks at, what seems like misguided tour of ruins; what has been, till this...
0 comments45memories play trick
Ruin The state of trance of seeing a family getting together makes him yearn, makes him saunter, through the noon road leading towards a doll’s house, rejected by him in his childhood; but that is past; now he wants it back. ...
0 comments44Irony and ummm....irony
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. > A wind, which have once...
1 comment43red rage and green poison
Red rage and green poison In a red drunken rage, the thrown bottles burst upon the naked floor; tinkling for a flash, a little bit longer and then waits for her to cut her feet and bleed....
3 comments40Hug the memories
Hug-the-memories Hug-the-memories moment passes by the evening porch. The aromatic whisper of just brewed coffee does not match the scent of the coffees; we once had, at suburban cafés by the...
2 comments45computations of life
Computations Sky is hovering over a cup full of soul. Sitting on a pavement she takes a sip from the tea stall owner’s mercy. Her nectar. Then she has a brawl with god. A...
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