subodh pandey Poems

Tingling wave creeps
to the being, along the hand
a retreating string.
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Bird beak knocks a mirror
afloat in the sea of cold air
a cadence of sound.
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over night heavy rain
pale straw aligns chaotically
play place is marked.
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The morning dew drops
on the tip of the grass, mourn's
sliding down the edge.
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o' where are the shudders of spine
brought by the cold air
you are robbed by time, may be
the endearing curiosity of a child,
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Unsteadily first revolves the pot maker’s wheel
With tremulous hands, he searches what’s not there.
His fingers reach out for mud and mud for him.
Emptiness forms on both sides of the mud
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Let us search, the one,
Who conspired against us
The urge of man himself to know or the god
The faintest, subtlest sign
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