Madhu Kailas

Hollowed earth,
a large reservoir of emptiness.
Deep down where only
the moon can touch
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Transit of fleeting frames.
The world travels through window lens.

Tracks run moored to their seeds
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Today, to mindless killing
our poetry stands witness
with marble eyes.
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Blue ambient earth converges
at the tip of blue ribbons.

A square glass frame cradles
...

(I)

build me a river
so I can swim my desire
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Once a man
braved to walk through the sun.
Thereafter he cast no shadows,
and colours could choose him no more.
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I falter quite a bit
'cause you made me a half-poet.

I trip on words like 'Perhaps'.
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Oh! How bracing is it to return to you
after few days of venture to vend our ware.

Along unknown lanes of bohemia
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Yesterday is reduced to a midget box
in the calendar (on the wall) .

Tastes like ashtray and
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Youth stretches her repertoire
form end to end of newfound land.
World quietly ignores it.
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