Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Cacophony and Concrete




The city
lingers without
a sense of closure.
Each day relentless
and endless
Like a rehearsal
without a finale;
left me shrivelled
like strands of marigold;
aftermath of festivities.
A night of barsati monsoons;
I wept
With numerous eyes
of moist patches
staring
from moss eaten walls

The city gnaws
and nibble away
the sprouting tender roots
of belonging
I belong somewhere,
elsewhere;
Elsewhere
That bring
news of death
of loved ones,
of tedious living and silent dying.


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Sunday, October 7, 2012

Ode to fever



The fever
exude itself
from these numerous pores
The marauder's left
drawn blood on my flesh
I lick my wound
in my four legged retreat
Wishing to drown
in winter blankets
Love's ravaged me
My ruin is complete
I fan myself
with the hemlock's leaves

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