A pair of glances intersecting.
Between the two the image dances.
Only between this pair of glances
...
I'm not a city: I have neither light, nor
window display. I look good.
I feel good. You didn't
invite me though. How
...
Soul would perish or body?
Or both simultaneously?
Or would two different deaths
come separately and catch?
...
1.
Is it detached or all-forgiving?
We need a passport to get through.
It nods us past in quick succession
...
Open, the sea appeared asleep.
Carrying its waves.
A pulse under the muted winter scene.
Throwing a smile on the beach.
...
Ripens sweet fragrance,
makes its fruits grow and gain weight -
as the Moon's mask grows.
கனிந்த இனிய நறுமணம்
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He asked about my favourite scent.
Then left.
Now I'm singing, being
...
You sit me down. Make my bed. For me. For you.
For her. The way she swings around. Sways. Bows.
Let's say: I'll tell you. Let's say: You'll listen.
...
As if oozing from the the edges of
fissures.
Couldn't get beyond the stains.
...
How many women!
How much time you've been given.
How many borrowed charm's been shattered around.
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