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An episode of love
I'll fly to make your wings flap Birds even dare to ascend high The enormous space and beneath the blue sky Our body'll spin like flashy ride
A FEW ENDS
And there stopped everything, every roads A ghastly flow of wind, with fiery swords Bloods crawl up, bones heaped over Half of the day gone, clouds began greyer.
Around My Words
(I saw my tears rippling down in the streams I found all my pains dancing in my dreams) (1) In a white uncrumpled paper, I would I could do so before, my stumbling mood
TO MY CLOSEST NEIGHBOURS
Behind those walls, I never eavesdropped Everytime a chime plop, my glances thronged My mother shoved hard, I withdraw my eye And a lizard ran, the blue walls become sky
It came serpently And laid in my Age-old mailbox.
IF I'M SO!
I need a hunt My claws are straight and sharp Narrowed at the ends Penetrates easily into
my runaway friend
chasing away the swarms of flies- he makes awhile busy a crumpled hat a tattered shirt peeps his narrow chest hairy
AXES AND SHOVELS
Those are not my mine, deep scars on the face of destiny Every verses be it satanic or holy – A jewel adorably been close to my chest In a feathered cup like my own breath.
I measured my steps before I waltzes A day ago that moment came to doorstep
THE VIRGIN RAIN
The dry earth swallowed Every drops of rain A year or a few months back My periods had began.
At The End Of The Day
At the end of the day I rummaged all the corners Everything is so distinct and clear Yet I end up as a loser.
Not so profound, not so deep Wounds in the bodies dig a sleep Writhing like a leech about to suck After a few winks, sleep forms into a crystal arc
The sun grand at its glow….making simmers….down at the downest plains….beside the hillside…a motion of mushroom pickers…. Light shovels in their hands….a cane-basket tied at their backs…eyes tilted beneath…always….towards the soil…..sometimes slithers…at the glare of mushroom pickers…. Where the hill slackens….a little curved…and the woods began….thick and thicker….dense to denser…with the sway of mushroom pickers… Their bodies are bendable….like the green climbers…easy to low down….asking for mercy….but could uproot deftly….the edible fungal growth….may be egg-white…or a little pinker….at a single touch from the mushroom picker…
living for others
( 1) Our lips are locked We're chewing love
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An episode of love
I'll fly to make your wings flap
Birds even dare to ascend high
The enormous space and beneath the blue sky
Our body'll spin like flashy ride
Even if you fears to step outside.
I'll go to catch your glimpse
The earthy threshold whereon you stood like a toadstool
my lips'll stuck like a dead fly there
The sparkling moon'll melts upon and pour over
hundreds of spears and arrows will dance
and crisscrosses in the air
My eyes'll become warm for you
Like the Tropical Sun
And when at the time of floods
I'll swim and swim
In the depths of your ...