Floating between earth and sea,
Striving apart from arctic asparagus,
Looking into the endless blues
In a way: floated, streamed and washed
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It’s ten at night
A day is over as it might
The night promises so many
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“It will pass”- the
Agonizing moment tilts
The living stage;
Augurs the movement of
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A salute to Vikram Seth
Crawled onto your page
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what will happen if I castaway
what will happen if I come back...
would I wait to see your splintered eyes?
would I leave you to your reviewed lies?
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Let me make a punch
Of flower and heart
A petal's charm dumped
By the wasp’s lust
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After that long silence
Into the artifice of blank presence
A mute, solitary part of amputated being, consumed by time
A soulless substance get going with abstract phantom
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In the rocky mess
fossiled your face
In and around;
Innocence loses way
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If asked what sort of room
To take refuge;
Of the wild dust onto dorm;
To rely the sloping valleys;
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