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November 07, 2008 09:46 PM EST --
The flight of the phoenix
Part 8, streets of a new city
The crimson lights begin to flash,
the streets of a city with their
million lives are being . . .
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November 15, 2008 05:54 AM EST --
The Flaming deck
A pack of flaming cards scatters in the dark sky.
The knights, the king, the bewildered queen, the jack
with their overdeveloped gestures
dramatic eyes . . .
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May 19, 2008 02:31 AM EDT --
The abused (the dust and the future)
The upturned walls of his mind throbs.
Each flash cuts and pastes scene from past.
Small palms grasp bed sheet, new and crisp.
Eyes water too . . .
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May 26, 2008 12:54 PM EDT --
Words of a sea
Words of a sea spoken in close whispers
It is an avid proponent of sky.
I wish I could lift my face to sky, blue.
Instead I decide to watch the death-pain
. . .
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July 13, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
A blank call
This road ends in another and she knows
that will somehow amalgamate into
the one now he lives. Sky conjures raindrops.
Hate is what she feels at times. Then again . . .
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August 09, 2008 08:19 AM EDT --
A call from an immigrant
The crisscross of rain draws meaningless things
and erases them in the next moment
on the old glass of the pristine cafe.
Tan skin of his fiongers
play with the . . .
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August 10, 2008 01:31 AM EDT --
A sea is born
(snippet)
Grievances erode in a tide of passionate cry.
Her hand is a warm pressure on a feeble shoulder.
It is so long since you have lost salt-water.
A sea is born. . . .
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November 14, 2008 07:26 AM EST --
The flight of the phoenix
Part 11_Teacher
"It is a teak. Look." The guide mutters.
The verdant tropical forest is
intensifying with a soft hum. . . .
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May 21, 2008 08:34 AM EDT --
I like it blended
The sweat and the market.
Life on the village is stirring.
The beggar and the thief
Half heartedly handing over
Their loots to the leader.
The vendor . . .
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May 28, 2008 02:18 AM EDT --
X-marked spot
The yellow tape, taut and rigid, cordons the place.
Hush has a sound of it and is colored in gray.
Crows and curious men flocking to peep in,
Face the dark smell . . .
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May 29, 2008 08:28 AM EDT --
Stalker
A hand reaches me everywhere.
However more elusive, I become.
The shadow . . .
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May 30, 2008 08:39 AM EDT --
A story turned into a poetry
Like spiders they weave a web. The incidents.
The spring on your garden and the girl who
Lives on selling flesh are meeting somewhere
At some point, . . .
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May 10, 2008 09:54 AM EDT --
wasted promises
The wasted promises are conserving,
One day an explosion will rip apart.
The tree, under which thousands of human
Wait and return to empty dream's graveyard, . . .
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November 18, 2008 05:27 AM EST --
O n e FO R Tha t RO A D
The road made of billions of words
and a quarter of his memoir
meanders through the radiance and
foliage of shadows, half hour
to cover it in . . .
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September 17, 2008 11:12 PM EDT --
A pale pink flower
A pale pink flower is all that he can dare.
"Mon amie," he will say. And then he will give it.
His old ‘dad' has told him a few "man to man" . . .
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November 03, 2008 09:25 PM EST --
The flight of the phoenix
Part 5, men of the jungle
Simple smile breaks out.
Thousand ripples of sun
spreads upon his face.
In his fist clasped . . .
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November 10, 2008 07:14 AM EST --
The flight of the phoenix
Part 10_Accident on the road and heaven
(To Bhawana Busy)
The blissful nothingness becomes a pattern.
Void of colorless luminaries.
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November 11, 2008 06:40 AM EST --
Tropic of cancer
( To John Beck who could have written this better)
The burning carbuncles cruelly smiles.
They have the faces of assassins, broad, witty,
sharp, . . .
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November 12, 2008 07:47 AM EST --
Heliotrope
The liquid heliotrope strews the sphere,
spreads, inflates from this corner to that corner.
The fingers can touch it almost; they become
smeared with the color . . .
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May 18, 2008 01:28 AM EDT --
House...1
Four walls lift it on their shoulder.
Sounds of rain dropping on it was the music
My childhood likes most.
A kite is dangling from its corner.
Roof looks at its brilliant . . .
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