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Veils of laughter | The Indian Sensibility
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Poetry about the Indian situations ,Indian memes. Nisheedhi's Nature Poetry. Poetry of the moment. Ear pain in Hyderabad. You spilled laughter on the floor. That pretended to be still waters. A window that opened out to sea. Leading him to ride astride wind. Wind will come back to get you,. Strip your feminity before blind. A glass where others are clothed. And all veils of laughter are lifted. December 20, 2014. December 20, 2014. Growing ears →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
Growing ears | The Indian Sensibility
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Poetry about the Indian situations ,Indian memes. Nisheedhi's Nature Poetry. Poetry of the moment. Ear pain in Hyderabad. Here we have to increase earsize. To hear star’s light on our backs. Our ears come in standard sizes. Starlight seems growing dimmer. As desert sun is glowing warmer. On our highly clothed nakedness. Watching a fantasy Hindi movie titled P.K.). January 25, 2015. Dads are uncles in the aggregate →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Poetry about the Indian situations ,Indian memes. Nisheedhi's Nature Poetry. Poetry of the moment. Ear pain in Hyderabad. Eye of the needle. Eye of the needle. The tailor had an eye for his needle. That went in and out a cotton hole. As if it was his very own heart lung. Furiously beating in an old rib cage. His needle had eye for the thread. That went in like it was Bible camel. Diwali is closing in with customers. For dupattas amidst light crackers. A needle has its catching up to do. July 15, 2016.
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Poetry about the Indian situations ,Indian memes. Nisheedhi's Nature Poetry. Poetry of the moment. Ear pain in Hyderabad. The physical environs are unique to the landscape around the poet.Thus we do not have daffodils in India for a Bloomsbury poet to write poems about. But we have our own sensory influences to work upon. Essentially poetry remains a universal experience that can be enjoyed and appreciated by audiences anywhere in the world. 2 thoughts on “ About. August 30, 2013 at 5:21 am.
The missile man | The Indian Sensibility
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Poetry about the Indian situations ,Indian memes. Nisheedhi's Nature Poetry. Poetry of the moment. Ear pain in Hyderabad. In the midst of our presidential confusion. We may mention his passing of yesterday. Lecturing a bunch of north and east kids. Add west ,south to make a passing news). His lion’s mane would wave significantly. To the management kids on wings of fire. A fire shall now bury president of all time. An old paper boy had aimed upper story. With news missile to reach morning cup.
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Empty chair – The hibiscus
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A poem a day. A poem a day by A.J.Rao. I have seen this empty chair in room,. A meta chair sitting in a room’s void,. A floating chair of a thought in room. He who never existed never sat in it. He is as empty as the floating chair. Nobody can stop me from his sitting. He is a no body but on empty chair. Pretending to float with empty man,. A man who might have sat on chair. It is what happens to my meta men. Who sit in chairs on empty thoughts. Nobody stops me from possilibities. August 11, 2015. Light ...
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Confusion – The hibiscus
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A poem a day. A poem a day by A.J.Rao. I have watched him grow bigger. And higher against pale shadows. Growing out of need for my love. He grew out of his muddy boots. Out in a field , with halo of hair. I recall he sat by me years ago. In a shy row of a wedding feast. Wearing the early Krishna smile. The smile has since transformed. To a snigger in the curve of lips. Leaving me confused about love. August 14, 2015. August 14, 2015. View all posts by hibiscusandgrowing. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Light...
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By the sweat of his brow – The hibiscus
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A poem a day. A poem a day by A.J.Rao. By the sweat of his brow. We look at the cane bread basket. Gathering a dark night in its love,. With assortment of many breads. For the starved and not so starved. Night has its breads before mouths. Deep aroma roasts with vegetables. That spring from the empty spaces. Of cornfields and bodies in sweat. Night is empty space in cornfields. Enveloping in its growing darkness. Bodies that made breads from sun,. Left with no bread, only the sweat . August 15, 2015.
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Placebo – The hibiscus
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A poem a day. A poem a day by A.J.Rao. I eat cumin powder in small quantities. And in stomach I become spontaneous. Outside stomach is no noise – pollution,. Only a silence several times magnified. Street dog wishes to sleep late into day. After midnight’s yowling, snout- loose,. A bundle of darkness in shadow of tree,. Its darkness silk soft like no street light. I and dog wish to turn spontaneous like. Stars in the black sky ,in small quantities. Of light , silky soft above our black roof. Nisheedhi�...
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Bana in East Aleppo | What Goes on Inside
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What Goes on Inside. December 17, 2016. Bana in East Aleppo. There’s Internet in East Aleppo. There’s solar in E. Aleppo. There’s Bana in E. Aleppo who’s suffering and tweeting. Good night. –. Good evening my friends. What are you doing today? I am happy I lost two more teeth. – Bana #Aleppo. There is internet in East Aleppo. Solar in East Aleppo. There is Bana in East Aleppo. Good evening,friends. What are you doing today? You have lost your two teeth already? We had lost all our teeth long ago. Sorry, ...
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September | 2016 | What Goes on Inside
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What Goes on Inside. September 23, 2016. In diluting dark of the night like this ,there is Kierkegaard type of clarity of either/or, before and/or after death. When a clarity shines like clear water , the words do not obfuscate sound and/ or sight, but are mere smells from night, its dew on grass. It is night’s dreams that wake you up and their words do not smell like a night.They choke you in your deep throat , colorless like water , neutral to nose. September 23, 2016. His own going from all space in t...
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A poem a day. A poem a day by A.J.Rao. We keep trying hard to seize the day. A day includes night that daily seizes. Bodies , nights after nights of a sleep. We seize a breath of poetry from life. In words carelessly dropped by night. We seize sleep- fresh sun from dawn,. A washed out moon from the coconut,. A queen ruling by a night’s fragrance. We keep trying hard to seize the day,. Until the night will seize us some day. November 5, 2016. A poem a day by A.J.Rao. We have too much golden straw. It is f...
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December 30, 2012 – The chrysanthemums
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Day: December 30, 2012. December 30, 2012. I cannot go to sleep for lack of evidence. The world is alive in a dog's bark tonight. A Dawkins daughter-to letter is evidence. Of a lack of evidence for not sleeping. A buzzing mosquito is material evidence. Of its aliveness and my wakefulness. The dog's bark is a collateral evidence. These tidbits-they add up to a lack of girl. This my typing is evidence the girl is dead. And flying as a thing to embrace her fire. Amid a thousand candles that had walked.
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Tarpaulin – The chrysanthemums
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December 22, 2012. It was a substitute for the vault of a sky. That had risen indefinitely up and up. With two kid brothers playing ball on it. The prankster sky had earlier annoyed. The grandmother's head in her chores. They have turned sun and moon in sky. We now have a tarpaulin over our libidos. Besides running buses of lusts to perform. Under the tarpaulin, while it is not raining. We have cocoons of married togetherness. That are spinning shiny silks of nine yards. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. The d...
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Poetry about the Indian situations ,Indian memes. July 28, 2015. In the midst of our presidential confusion. We may mention his passing of yesterday. Lecturing a bunch of north and east kids. Add west ,south to make a passing news). His lion’s mane would wave significantly. To the management kids on wings of fire. A fire shall now bury president of all time. An old paper boy had aimed upper story. With news missile to reach morning cup. Later he made missiles for the high skies. April 28, 2015. Looking a...
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November 30, 2016. Rajasthani women at the Bada Bagh in Jaisalmer. November 30, 2016. November 17, 2016. Colourful music at the entrance of Jodhpur fort. November 15, 2016. A night of dance and music in Jaisalmer. November 14, 2016. Sai Baba temple in Abu road Rajasthan. November 12, 2016. Hathising temple ,Ahmedabad. November 4, 2016. Rajasthani women at the Bada Bagh in Jaisalmer. Colourful music at the entrance of Jodhpur fort. A night of dance and music in Jaisalmer.
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