Another polish for my nails

promises and promises
give it a miss
Its unsure
why
you promised me the moon
and doted on my nails
the black stain of your promises
I live with the regret
yet another five years
Optimist that I am
you will find me yet again
lining up in the queue
amonsgt stones and dust
of the rumbling school
roofless from your promises
waiting for the stain
secretly folding your promises
sliding it down
the box of dreams of democracy
locked securely for another five years
is lies and lies and lies
Yet I beleived
like a love struck luckless lover
I wish i had chosen
another polish for my nails

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Trivial details

Love
left behind
such sorrows
and traces
Wounded
by
the indifferent one
left
as if to perish
Oh!
such commonplace scars
and trivial details
of love

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Do not look back

Days upon days
piled up
and turn grey
on your hair
draw lines
around your eyes
Do not
Do not look
one decade back
Do not look back at all
says the myth
of Orpheus
of Lot
A pillar of salt
she was
Leave
those heavy lumps
of nostalgia
Let us begin
somewhere
to collect
life's sour fruits
yet again

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numbers

as usual
its only
numbers
that die
I count my fingers
for some friends
Some numbers
I too, seek
Some love
I beseech
As usual
one knocks
on closed doors

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Now, are you pleased?

With your door
so low
I have to come
crawling on
my knees
I am walking
on all fours
Now,
are your pleased?
In chains
I am dragged
Free me
I cry
But
I am the one
with
the jagged-teeth knife
in hand
I must kill
things
they taught
Unpeel
the layers
they painted
on me
I will melt
these windowless
icy walls
of love
Those
cauldron
of lust
will
paint
your feverish
forehead
and you
will come
crawling
I will give in
no more
to promises
and sickly sweet
scented flowers
and glittering stones

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Traces

Do not leave
traces like these-

fading morose
brown sun
stained
on rough paper
of discoloured white
spilled spots
doting
a certain wintry day
of thick brown tea

The warm scent
of your head
imprinted forever
on my yellowed pillow

The night
of jaundiced
blue moon
your scorching tongue
seeking my blanket mouth
to douse the flames
left a nick
on my lips

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