Deepak Manchanda of Delhi Poems

Between you and me
In all these years
That have been
There has come to live,
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My office has many doors
Doors
Doors that open
Doors that do not
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Born in the womb of your creativity
I am the Line
Lovingly caressed by your hands
Slim; smooth; shapely.
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The cat
Lay dead in the middle of the VIP road
Blood gore and splat
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Ek din achaanak
Mairay vichaar mein
Woh tappak padi
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One day, suddenly
In my mind
She appeared
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State clearly here below
In block letters neatly in black
Your earned or worthy
Or given and
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Look
My wise friend said
If you want to stop just living
And get a life
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Welcome.
To far-off, dark Deep Space
Of whatever kind you have in your mind
Dial One for Curiosity
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Back when telephones were still heavy black
Dials were round and the operator interrupted
"Three minutes over"
We said hello.
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