anasuya balla Poems

I worry about you-
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I would travel to the places
that haven’t changed with the
scars (passage) of time,
if I could see with clarity
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Isn’t it sad that antiseptic words
(Words that smile slightly, even)
Can become all that is left
(As a jaded memory: maybe?)
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when I was young and
advice I heard
I was told many a thing
that those words cured
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random papers
(my arian monkey, congo)
scrutiny into the lives of corporation Y
(the odd phone text that make me smile)
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stay awhile
there is much to say
even if it is
only in silent words
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do you know
that i see you
be in purple haze
that mists around perfect
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i see you standing there
in an old metro station
'red shoes for the weekend' you said
'ah' was all I said
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You asked me if I was sorry
And I looked far away
Too many words have been spoken
And there is not one more for me to say
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my calendar shows only
dangerous hours kept:
(we charge by the hour you see)
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