In time warp, to find
the fell of a dark moon
my thoughts bring out a birthday gift.
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What was left in our hands
after risk and awards were given to seekers?
Sign of grace at hairpin bends
was absent.Nobody was speaking.
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The shift to vernal tone
starts a standoff with eyelashes.
A sickle moon begins
harpooning the stars.
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Not moving, the words
had gone into inertia. The space was shrinking.
Only restlessness was there in buoyancy
ready to distort the sound of depth.
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The unspoken words
had the unborn quality.
That homliness sitting around the fire pits
writhed in predatory hopelessness.
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Take me, share me if you can
my heart goes to my sun,
my feet will go to my moon.
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Silently you went to disappear in blue -
alone or unalone -
I was watching a moth
on the burning lamp in night way
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Diplomacy of inconstancy
unmeets the urgency. Aura
of brilliance was falling in your feet.
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