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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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 took a brush
And colours of course
This morning, as I do daily,
To paint the rest of your heart
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A
Land
With its own
Sensitive territories
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The residue
Of veiled joy
Floating secretly
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The darkest picture
Ever drawn
With the tint of solitude
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Blossomed
Solitude
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The color
Dropped into
The canvas
Of life
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I dream a Fall
As countless bits
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'Green is not a colour
Its my breath', said the leaf.

'Red is not a symbol
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Once upon a time
There lived a number of buttons
Harmoniously
In my shirts
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Off and on
The distant relative
Of a fading memory
May visit us on a canoe
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The skin
Of the kitchen
Began to grow
Until it became
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Life is withering away
Like an afternoon MA classroom
Few of its colours linger still
Terrified by the internals
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