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the nights shift incessantly
between the coiled conversation,
about semantics of life
the arrival and departure of distilled solitude
at a point of growling sleep patterns
my words think they are tool
to emboss a pain onto the strangers arms
about melancholic shifting dreams,
the mosiac vintage art
my nakedness is a cry to the limbs out of balance
they wither away
like soft paper dreams,
crushed under the sinking elbow
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I am quiet too often like the empty hallways, humming a song already forgotten with a tilting toe towards the sun a sigh: pink fingers dipped in pain a sigh: pink fingers dipped in hallucination there is a staircase now falling beneath my parting head half towards left, half towards right days whistling on sea waves about my country in flames, about my city in illusions watching a cloud things fall under the feet now a complete loss of sense tiny leaflets fluttering green songs that reflect nothing. the survival becomes a pungent smell often with absent glares and a blue sea that is a part of my dream.
My poetry collection is receiving all the love for which I am truly thankful to each one who supported it. I produced my book out of pain, love, despair. Hope you like it too. Links can be checked out here-
Night breaks apart like thousand skies on Earth with a hint of mauvish whisper the whisper spills everywhere enveloping things around me. Dreams create illusion of being permanent of sticking to the odd times with a mayhem stuck to the air. You would wish to sit and digest each tiny aspect of dreams with a mind of a spider trying to decode the methods but you would end up missing on your pills. It does not matter anymore the warm shade of conclusions till the time your hands are rooted in the soil till the time you hands feel the pain, yellow or orange. There is something to change the blood into passion, dreams that becomes nightmares colours that become a chalice of poison. It does not matter.
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Cities left like empty vases,
a spot once full
Run, run, run
to the places unknown
hiding beneath the carcass of nature,
Sit, observe and run
to the places that are quiet now.
Learn from the two-fold mystery of God,
they do it like a yard spinning.
Do not fear,
this pool is a rubber band,
the more you stretch, the more it shall get you.
Clench the fist of the thing you see next now,
yes, a rope,
but do not stop.
you have to live like a sussurous hymn.
Wrote after the super cyclone- Amphan.
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