SUNIL BABU HMYHSS MANJERI

Milky moonlight bowl slanted
Down into dungeon of dark night.
Frozen dark melt away
Unhinging vices
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THE SMILE

Colorless disjointed bits and bobs
Of my weary suns and moons
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Anna Karenina, a deprived Tolstoy girl
Bring into being rootless in streets of Russia,
Being rooted deep into the walls
Of my heart pasting sensitive sentiments
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The mouse I move on
Little with clicks right and left
Varying alt and shift
To control and save
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Luck landed in her lap like
Lead balloon-so fast and fastened
She bathed in aura,
I, why should guild her.
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I wish I could sit on
The pin tip of past reminiscence
To fall or to be fallen
To abyss of jollity
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Writing is 90% listening.
Deeply listen so around you.
Listen to the air, chair, door, and pitter
Patter; fill you to pour out of you.
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Photos

Sepia tinted photos took me to
The days I had a camera
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