Subhash Misra Poems

Every time you meet another person
Every time you reach another destination
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The hills filled with fight and fear
Days are lost in rudimentary cheer
One could’ve a million sensitivities
But only if there were green on trees
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I am like you
But not really
You could hold skies
Over my thoughts
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This year there will be no summer
Inestimable afternoons
When not much really exists
Only a silence burning on
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Wherever you go whenever you travel
There is always something to unravel
Freedom is an unconscious quest
To stay away from the daily unrest
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When the humour dries
The words rebound
From their meanings
Not easily ignored
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In the room
Flowers bolted to the ceiling
Like detained stars
Outside
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Tonight I sleep as the sun rises somewhere
The sun that will warm a few hearts
Shine a few faces
Tonight the sun will make a day
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Umi, you tell me to sleep
this used to be my bed time
but this was when I had a bed
we were at home
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Sometimes I feel that in darkness
You do not grope for light but for words
My words that twinkle with your touch
So much that they become smiles in my nights
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