Ishan Chaitanya Poems

Sidetracked in ancient drawers of my ancestors,
Seduced by the same alluring promises,
Like a sardine in the ocean to draw my hope from multitude
Is to be expected from an outcast in this wilderness.
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Nothing lingers in this world,
Nothing stands the ever changing,
Nothing stills the cold, quiet motion
Of Time.
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On this side of the line
Everything seems to be fine.
I trust noone who dares to cross.
The means I might resort to
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As I look out my window
I see a familiar landscape
That has been my waking view
Every morning of these twenty years.
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(Written long before most of my other poems posted on Poemhunter)

1. The Question
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This time I really
have to write something.
It's been so long
and I need a break
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Speak to me
in the language of the few,
tell me 'bout
things I thought I knew.
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paint.
paint me as a waterfall,
feel me under your skin,
like a strange disease
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Still life in its perfection
draws deep sighs from my chest:
a frozen mentality
of time-beaten people.
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On Monday
You leave home in hungover stupor
With remnants of the past weekend
Humming wildly in your head
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