Anish Cherian Poems

I
The drop features itself among the traffic horde.
Cannot question its discretion, the tongue
Popping out sways and yields along my lips and teeth.
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Where does this blinding light originate.
Through irrelevant spaces it moved along to mine;
and I exist along with it.
I dwell here in retirement and the barbaric lustre takes away
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He knows that it has to be carried out soon,
the urgency of the matter he could not stress more.
Today he had to go pick his new couch.
When his brother called yesterday,
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It's light that I see all along the streets.
You show me them yellow, you show me red.
It's light that I see.
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What do these boys have to do?
to have to sleep with you
One sitting against the lamp comfortable with his shadow
taking heat of the only bulb that's on
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These green tights do look good on me,
They say, it fits well can't you see.
I wake up everyday with a jingle
And till today I have tried to stay single.
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