Nikhail Pandhi

I am about to weep in sadness,
I am about to cry in joy,
But both extremities are merely,
The stoical tears of a boy.
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Lay not your blazing shadow
Upon my wife’s insipid body
I have touched her all over already
She is not barren for you to assault
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Blow on me
But do blow gently
And I promise to turn to dust
Love me all you want, and then,
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Deft is you
Deft are your fondles
Deft is your palm
Adroit, your fingers,
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Every time, this plaintive mind comes to think of you
I find myself swiveling in a vortex of oblivion
As if like my melancholy, you have kept me rapt
In a titanium cocoon
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I am standing on the promontory

Below me the water is having an orgasm
The fruitless boulders are hatching
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The candlelight, as if a sweet smell it may be
Wafts from my bedroom with esoteric panache
Standing tall, facing the pangs of subtle vagaries
Which include, whispers, breaths and dreams
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I knocked at the glass madly
As I had being doing for ages
Only to find that beyond the splinters
Lay infinite voids and stages
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The rocky pillion by the ghat
Saw the same old priest at bay
Who caressed every bou’s forehead
In his musings, telling all portents
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