Shivapriya Surve Poems

Wishes fall lame…
Lamington pastries pester the mind,
Mindless grows the present
The present is devoid of any surprise, It’s plain, with no mysteries
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Can you hear my heart flutter like a bird deeply wounded,
singing with an autistic beak a frail, diaphanous tune?
Some pungent seeds have burnt its tongue,
but its eyes are all lit with the glorious reflections of their colour;
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There, I spot us…
caught in a web
of words brash and bashful both
Here I watch us strange and quirky
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Dead is the music of my soul,
Words wilt on faded lips
the rusty, antique heart-string
ascends to a bathos….and rips
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Let the barren space grown between us
grow weeds…
…let the humming bird suffer a paralysed note,
Let the seasons of past glory mock me in this oblong, dismal hour,
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As I try to devour your words,
absorb and glean,
often I hear you irate and scream....
The chill throttles the grotesque magpie
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