Chandra Shekhar Dubey

When I sit behind closed doors and windows in chilly bin
listening to faint anthem of birds
fluttering to welcome apricitic sun
I see memories hanging against the walls
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Rain, rain bring
coolness of your showers
to scorched plants
silent and sultry.
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You left us so suddenly saddened and broken
You left all speechless and eyes brimming with tumultuous tears
betraying all hopes and happenings.
You silently passed into eternal silence left behind an aggrieved world, to weep and wail on irreparable loss.
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Sitting in old cane chair
In my garden I dream of
Some distant land painted in green.
Thick groves, hive rows
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Drooping by the knee,
frail in frame, stick in her hand
She walks uphill grain by grain.
Wrinkles deep on her face
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The day I was born terror had struck
the city covered with charred smoke
foul smell of roasted flesh and forms.
Newly wedded couples shrunk in arms
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No war has been fought for peace
but every war ends on a note of peace
Tanks howling fire balls, missiles rocking the sky, soldiers marching with bayonets
and flames soaked into clouds of smoke,
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Leaden dreams prick
eyes perplexing mind
in the oblivion of a sunken heart
As a dull day opiates
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Freedom


To me freedom means
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albatross gliding
across a turbulent sea
cursed old mariner
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Come, and walk with me
where crimson sun sets slowly
behind the green parlors of hills
and soft wind blows in lowland
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Peace

Peace comes from within sprouting
Like plants from rotten seeds in souls
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One chilly winter night
He awakened me from sleep,
dazzling my eyes with unearthly light
becalming my stressed nerves with ecstasy.
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We walk around red lights, pavements
Metro stops in rough and fine weather
Carrying our bulging bags like boiling
Carbuncles on our bodies all in hope of two bare meals.
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We are flying, we are flying
above the ground, skyscrapers
above the river, green vales
and forest deep above the pastures
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I see the clouds
wandering in the sky
in a lonely night
hiding from the fay of stars
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The day I parted with you
the sky was filled with thin streaks
of clouds grey, crimson and smoky
as if hanging from deep blue pan
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Dry Leave

The dry, yellow leaves drift down, whispering secrets in crackling sounds, kissing the earth with rustling sighs.
The lone tree stands in silent wait, dreaming of spring's gentle embrace, a rebirth in the abandoned orchard.
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epic

you spill stories— scattered leaves in your autumn breath, some thorns in the bush, others laughter in the wind. i gather each whisper, as if it were the epic carved on the walls of my soul.
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Women's Day

No day is without women
You are creator, you are progenitor
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