Sameer Mecheri

The electricity
Of my village
Used to go
With the rain,
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A few words alighted
on the branches
of my hesitations
as I spotted her.
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Freedom
At the expense of
Freedom
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A graveyard
Of
Memories
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The leaf
spoke of the art of floating,
the luxury of freedom,
before the fall.
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I took a brush
And colours of course
This morning, as I do daily,
To paint the rest of your heart
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Throw up your emotions a moment
So that I may catch
The profile of your dreams
Etched in the well of your heart
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I tasted
The coffee of your absence
Spiced up with
The pepper of thy memories
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The dark eyes
Arrested by CBI
For earning love
More than allowed.
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'A woman
Who has no 'job' at all',
A patriarchal paraphrase
Burst out.
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You called me thief
When I forgot two flower kisses
Upon your eyes at night.
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In the night last past
I lost my pencil
While a female thought hit me.
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The private passage
Of the forbidden
Reveries
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It is supposed that
Love is sprouted,
Once the physically challenged words
Pass through the straight line
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A student
And an unsatisfied scholar
Obsessed with reading.
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One among my kisses
Killed himself
And swelled up as a pimple
Yesterday.
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A
Perforated
Sheet
Of happiness
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You are the inn I rest
After the exploration
Of thousands of miles
Through the corridors
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