Rajdeep Dhanuka Poems

Said the orange clouds at the horizon
They had to spend time
With the moon.
So they sang a lullaby for the sun,
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They say a lot,
He was not them,
But of a class,
Of those strange little men,
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And day today,
And day tomorrow,
The same street I walk
To work;
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'Next station is...'

His phone rang.
...

There is something about these evenings. When I'm out and near the trees, there is a smell of winter in the air. When I walk too fast and feel warm, but there is no sweat. Maybe it's that warmth that it is all about. But maybe there is more to it.

It's like the memories of junior school, when a good part of the year had these evenings. When we would play out in the fields. And those one, one-and-half hours of play would be the soul of our existence.
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Caught up in the tangle of his own mind
He seeks to reason with the marks of the rope
For where, on his skin, they make deep creases
That do not cease to exist...
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Looked for a surface
to Lay his fists on,
looked for a face
to Vent it upon
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After evening storm,
Comes slithering, darkness,
Chaos sighs
And the weary sun retires.
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There is a story to tell,
About a young lad,
Who dreamed to be big
Someday.
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It's a Sunday morning,
Cool February breeze,
And again, I sit in my balcony,
Watching the birds play and soar,
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