Aparna Kalley Poems

I slept on my arms
tightened around my knees
which are resting on the
part of earth I am aware of
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The same old same old same oldness of things
the tiring vicious trot
a conscious step forward and
an unconscious step backward
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Running away is so exciting,
from problems, from people
and from the self from time to time,
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It is tasty to do that oh yes
to do the guessing game
of understanding others,
Ha, look now I am believing
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Patterns are patterns
whether they are for resistance
or for acceptance
for love or for everything else
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A woman sees a man,
he sees her
they start talking and talking
and talking,
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Bell jar seems poetic
beautiful and symbolic
of a woman in turmoil
I thought....
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My wonderland was Grandma’s Kitchen,
So many shiny utensils,
Various stoves,
The scent of strong coffee,
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Words – un spoken have a life of their own
They sing and dance constantly on
the skeleton and the rattling
makes the bones porous
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