FABIYAS M V Poems

Opening the latch,
my mind flits out
through sleep's
window, roams
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The clarinet waves touched the moon.

He walked like a rooster in the moonlight,
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A software to read and write is not installed
in my mom's system.
We download pages of ignorance. Sometimes,
her monitor is blank.
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His smile and sob - in exact
shape - live on my face. Alter
egos of his tension loiter in
my mind.
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A car wheel crushed the leg
of a family
on a monsoon evening.
His spouse and son seemed
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She floats on the saffron shore
holding a bamboo basket.
Her heart beats
within the shelter
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Life in a Liquor Bottle

He dives into a liquor bottle, and
Zigzags like a snake on the sand.
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She has never been exposed
to the expensive tests of
the hypocritical hospitals.
She chooses the underneath
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Hiding in the trench in the French sand,
Indian Singh fights like a British soldier.
It seems it is the ending of the universe.
Dark curls of smoke rise up - cradles are
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Memory plays ‘hide-and-seek’.
Mind is a sorry seeker in this game.
A doctor prescribes to cure ‘the void’.
It’s a learned hypocrisy.
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