Daipayan Nair

Black bubbles
in your coffee
has me drowning,
struggling to surface,
...

I don't call upon men
eager to surrender in the folding
of my collar
...

Everything occurs, everyone occurs
in their own depths
each entity, born with its own face,
born with a borrowed one
...

The birdman meets as a crush;
makes her re-own her face.

Those few hairs
...

The noon highway is a permanent wait.

I beg at those whistling feet for a lift.
...

Sleep evades me tonight
as an adult missing

where the kissed lips
...

We stroll as a new puff
into the veined city
where each face
has its time to be a saga,
...

Two soft, red illusions
can never claim
a single thorn.
...

In my conscious bud
I have taken a leap;
A leap to elongate my historic dot
and in turn,
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You hold the doorknob
and a grip of assurance
takes shape.
...

Hate me
like my own night
which exists
after the clock ticks five
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The forest dying each day
The land buying itself each day
The water drying, air flying
The sky lying to itself each day.
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Broken pieces are never shattered
when breaking within
the parameter of a palm.
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Plate is dead white
with a two headed lizard
sharing cockroaches.
...

Between what can
and what cannot be achieved
is an eye
more than a retina.
...

I break my house
where there is light.

I shatter at places
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There lies a city
where all winters melt,
continuing
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