Gagan Ahuja

black Valentine girl, you are!
my first love upon the sight that hurt
as beautiful as you are!
as much I must hate you
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estranged lunar hysteria, me and my mania
it all but fails, the materia medica
Hysteria! when you're near
everyday dear, as the rain falls on my summer sun
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Another Shakespeare
killed in war!
Psychosis, as we know the word is
is yet an uncommon word
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My Dear May, April and June
and with the years, flowers virginia blossom
ash that has turned black
burnt in the anguish of your youth
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Candle at twilight, on the grave
when ghosts on the wind, are sing
She sits on the tomb playing a violin
all brethren who gather are not heathen
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Still looking for myself
in the pages of a book more than a hundred years old
sallow old withered morsels
pale english marrow in my bones
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As I now descend down
from the twilight of the night gown
Youth gave me barbiturates
as the Doctor said, it is for your neurosis
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That this shalt be thy bequeath
my old english in books thee keep
black hath turn all the soil
with my years of orthodox toil
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The merry of the breeze this May
a disease of the decease that come my way
all the words which my love had to say
This day! this day, I love today
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Black mettle be the brine of
cold and austere, measure of the pallor
when two worlds are near
sodden english shores of our ire
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grim and wild, the anxiety was mild
Doctor just remarked, the day will be your child
I know the one who is two
that you are not you
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New are you, let me show you to the old wards
under the sun, when you breathe in fire
all melancholy will lead you here
Here! behind the Church is the Mental Hospital
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