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Elephant-God | Pichuka's Poetry
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Poetry posted as and when it happens. Larr; Sparrows and mothers-in-law. The beginningless God presided. Over every worldly beginning. Rising from the mud-peelings. Of our own Magnificent Mother. He would laugh at the annoying. Asymmetry of imperfect world. The moon mocked at his belly. Rocking with food in laughter. The crowds cheered their clay-God. Painted in kitschy acrylic colors. And national pride was restored. Create a free...
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The light grew less in his eyes | Pichuka's Poetry
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Poetry posted as and when it happens. Playing irony →. The light grew less in his eyes. We hear this body’s fall steeped in melody. With exquisite sound gone from its fingers. The eyes fell in broken strings , their music. Lost in the winter of its time, in its nightfall. The glass spread quickly in its stringing eyes. The big black eyes were strung to a fine song,. The song of a lifetime, the flow of a generation. The poor man’s o...
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hibiscusandgrowing | Pichuka's Poetry
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Poetry posted as and when it happens. Sounds come from drums and pipes. From silences ,vacated by crickets. Owl’s shrieks, crane’s sleep-sounds. Men turning in a sleep, from dreams. The wedding sounds are of joint sleep. Of many liquid nights and tear sounds. From black-lined eyes, red hurt noses. Sounds of two bodies sleeping, rising. Posted in poetry by A.J.Rao. We hear about the boy who stared in the hospital. Face book cannot r...
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Egg-heads | Pichuka's Poetry
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Poetry posted as and when it happens. Wedding sounds →. We hear about the boy who stared in the hospital. Trying not to cry, when they were shaving his head. It is the yellow of what may be lying inside the skull. That is what makes him cry, not just the egg-head. An egg-head is a joke, a laughing matter in mirror. We are all egg-heads and we are in this together. Posted on September 16, 2013, in poetry by A.J.Rao. Sorry, your blog...
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Birthdays | Pichuka's Poetry
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Poetry posted as and when it happens. The light grew less in his eyes →. You celebrate the birthdays of a baby’s eyes. That stream with primordial salt of blue aqua,. Tears that laugh at the subdued grief of mother. A rising nipple in the darkness of mountains. Tears rise in the mountains , flow to the plains. And vanish in the valleys at the sunset corner,. Their history flows in the sun’s own timeline. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Elegies | Pichuka's Poetry
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Poetry posted as and when it happens. There are mad mistakes making musty words. With gray funeral humor elegizing our deaths. Bodies chuckle to themselves in fun humor. Taking a sneak peak at the elegies in making. Elegies are gray named after English poets. But there can be shades in funeral fashion. Like flies that swarm eyes quite unpoetically. Gold finches are back or some such things. Death is something we do slightly unusual.
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Wedding sounds | Pichuka's Poetry
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Poetry posted as and when it happens. Sounds come from drums and pipes. From silences ,vacated by crickets. Owl’s shrieks, crane’s sleep-sounds. Men turning in a sleep, from dreams. The wedding sounds are of joint sleep. Of many liquid nights and tear sounds. From black-lined eyes, red hurt noses. Sounds of two bodies sleeping, rising. Posted on September 16, 2013, in poetry by A.J.Rao. And tagged wedding sounds. Sorry, your blog c...
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Playing irony | Pichuka's Poetry
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Poetry posted as and when it happens. Larr; The light grew less in his eyes. Child cry is the beginning of war and night. A sadness enveloping , irony growing lives. Stupidity, not nature red in tooth and claw,. Snuffing out optimism from kids and news. Bird baby falls dead from an air-conditioner. A mother bird pecks at the angry sky space. On the internet wire , playing out its irony. We play irony in news as a fresh narrative.
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Face | Pichuka's Poetry
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. Poetry posted as and when it happens. Larr; Playing irony. We hear the deep throat voice of a girl. Made faceless by an unwanted acid love. As it slept on the roof under a full moon. Face book cannot resolve her moon-face. But screams are heard across our roofs. An 18 year girl of Dhanbad, Sonali Mukherjee has lost her face to a vicious acid attack by a spurned suitor). Posted on September 11, 2013, in poetry by A.J.Rao. Sorry, you...
