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Opening the latch,
my mind flits out
through sleep's
window, roams
...

The clarinet waves touched the moon.

He walked like a rooster in the moonlight,
...

A software to read and write is not installed
in my mom's system.
We download pages of ignorance. Sometimes,
her monitor is blank.
...

His smile and sob - in exact
shape - live on my face. Alter
egos of his tension loiter in
my mind.
...

A car wheel crushed the leg
of a family
on a monsoon evening.
His spouse and son seemed
...

She floats on the saffron shore
holding a bamboo basket.
Her heart beats
within the shelter
...

Life in a Liquor Bottle

He dives into a liquor bottle, and
Zigzags like a snake on the sand.
...

She has never been exposed
to the expensive tests of
the hypocritical hospitals.
She chooses the underneath
...

Hiding in the trench in the French sand,
Indian Singh fights like a British soldier.
It seems it is the ending of the universe.
Dark curls of smoke rise up - cradles are
...

Memory plays ‘hide-and-seek’.
Mind is a sorry seeker in this game.
A doctor prescribes to cure ‘the void’.
It’s a learned hypocrisy.
...

Holidaying in Chimney Woods
These woods are like a mother
putting all embers out.
Sweet wind winnows me out of
...

12.

It’s the sole legacy from his dad.

A cup of ice cream tempts him
more than the alluring face of
...

Umbrella stones are the guards of a
generation lying under the centuries.
The bones of our forefathers are
intact under the seal of green moss.
...

A rural priest
rolls and throws out
the wedding mantras.
The ritualistic ululation
...

Her callused fingers
plow flour. A clock
pendulum annoys her.
‘Anon', he's impatient
...

Our evenings have withdrawn
into a closed living room,
where we don't chat
but let a large TV cheat us.
...

17.

Plowing the pages of textbooks,
Sali's teenage sauntered away
like a bull.
...

A dry silence in
the classroom
may catch laugh
from her loud
...

Dandruff spreads
on
my scalp
in the parching
...

I'm here in the mossy pool,
yet you never feel my presence.
I'm a clumsy wingless child.
...

The Best Poem Of FABIYAS M V

Dream Fragments

Opening the latch,
my mind flits out
through sleep's
window, roams
in a glimmer.

As the elephants
chase me, I dart
like a Norway rat.
My legs lose quick
pace, when mind
returns my body.

Red tiled roof of
my old school…
a pair of eyelashes
darkened with
mascara…sidelong
glance…
All are broken.

My dad hails, but
his words scatter
far away from my
ears. He flies in the
sky. Mind follows,
but falls upon my
body by dawn.

The moonlet falls,
its stem broken,
and the stars collide
into pieces. Soon
all disappear in
sweat in a flash.
I drink water
from the fear-fall.

A few dreams lie
deep under like
fossils; others
vanish as butterflies.

First printed in issue #16 of The Literary Hatchet, US)

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