Akhil S Behl Poems

Rounded willow
Like an elephant's trunk
roots
my lonely feet.
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So what becomes of you, my love,
when mayhem blooms
to the swollen zenith?
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All those mornings
i woke up
with your heart,
and dead throbs,
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One star lit night on the terrace
off a star lit sky
my soul caught
the gold
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Olden sediments, from the first mornings,
Baked into hues, green n blue,
O'er yonder, by the parent sun,
Have bloomed again.
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Do not tell me
Of truth men tell.

Of love so the same
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Tonight I hate the world,


Tonight,
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The arch of a mellowed pain

in a yellow breast;
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Oh, thou woman of dark flesh
of swaying hips
and dancing feet
thou tempt me
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