Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Colours of Retreating Monsoon

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Monday, September 28, 2009

Green Grass of Home

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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Nambul turel

It flowed
In darkness
of deep nights

Descending into the deserted city
of porous amnesia
Raindrops slither un-willing
its crystal droplets
to merge with
the monochrome of dark liquid leftovers

We discarded the fluid waste
and threw away
the dried crumbling bunch of forgotten roses
whose stench had no memory
of red fragrance of love

We washed away ages of delusion
and brought in a new river
that echoes of meandering sparkles
And it rained crystals that night

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For Mawmi... for the optimism she gives me and most importantly for loving herself and teaching me to love me

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Daily insanity

Morning begin
with the anticipated surprise
of daily deaths

Afternoon a stroll
to an ocean without a shore
where broken boats of hope
row away in little ripples

With dusk
the drunken poets came
Afflicted by a strange epidemic of optimism
Brought forth by bouts of nostalgia

When the insipid evening arrived
like a hermit with vows of poverty
I find insomniac soul
gazing wistfully at the end
of a graceful coil of a twisted rope

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Wednesday, September 16, 2009


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He left

Our conversations
over static telephone lines
with uncomfortable silences
dwindled and died in bittersweet emptiness
Like the mountain ebony of October
leaving a trail of woody scent
with its dying white blooms
But it will be
forever an eternal September to me
creeping like a silent fever
On nights dark and moonless
reaching out to me in its nocturnal sorrow
While the long and forlorn shadows of August
falls in little sprinkles on my bed

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Saturday, September 5, 2009


I am beginning
to forget
the taste of your lips
the salt of your skin
your face of blissful anguish

I am beginning
to forget
the tarmac of your roads,
the sweet of your rains,
the moon of your clear skies

I am beginning
to run
from the grip of your embrace,
from your heady thunder,
from your patriots,
and your numerous lovers

I am beginning
to chase you
from the altar I built,
from the idols I installed,
from the tulsi of my courtyard

I am beginning
to pray for another chain..

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