- for R.M.
Har koi akalmand nahin ho sakta
is liyey dunia main bahut moorakh hotay hain
...
When I hear the soft footsteps, I feel it is you
When I see a shadow moving like a wave, I feel it is you
When gently touching a tree branch in the garden
...
She was bored with you
Jesus Jesus all the time
With your sermons all the time
A leopard in sheep skins
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Never ending Indian summer
burning heat, dust storms
people camatose on road sides
birds dropping from the sky
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Today I read Lawrence's poem
On breasts like Gloire de Dijon.
I saw the golden shadows
Of swung breasts swaying
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Why has the whole of love come to me suddenly.
I see you with me on the Venice beach
walking hand in hand in the evening
watching the sun go beyond the horizon.
...
Love came
flowed into my heart
emptied me of my self
filled me with glee
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You ask me
why do I love you
First the historical reason
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If you swoon in my arms
I'll give you breath of life,
pouring my soul into you.
Your soul will meet mine
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How strange
I could cut open a brain
look into hippocampus
pituitary, amygdala
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