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Wednesday, April 15, 2015. Through the slit of the nib;. Sing your sermons backwards. Wear that wet plastic raincoat. Over your bare, bruised skin. And read that testament. It’s grainy and grassy at the same time. Fluid yet tentative, blindly turning the rings. On the number lock. Bleeding an empty bleed,. Not quite red nor visible. Yet viscous and singeing on skin. Let the neurons collect. Under the porous, night-time sky. And drop their leaden necks. There must be a star somewhere,. Please ask me first.
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Thursday, December 27, 2012. The ghost got an erection. But its shadow,. And took a cold shower. Delightfully intriguing. :). December 27, 2012 at 10:44 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bangalore, Karnataka, India. Words and shadows, images and ink. some darkness, some light; some guffaws, some gaffes; here I am, mostly in black and white. All pictures and poems are my creations, unless otherwise specified. Want to reproduce anything in part or full? Please ask me first. View my complete profile.
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Monday, January 14, 2013. How thick is your solitude? Can it be cut with a butter-knife? Would a pebble falling on it bounce back, or make a dent? Would it soak in the rain, like a weed would soak in the sea? Would it let the breeze through, or hoard it for a rainy day? Would it fill your halls like a haiku gone hoary,. Or rustle in the corners with the naphthalene fumes. And the leftover monsoon breath? Would its echo stain the edges of your coffee-mugs,. Would its footprints pepper your rugs? Words and...
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Tuesday, March 18, 2014. Once I wrote you a love poem -. A little dark, a little damp,. As the darkness grew,. It merged with the rain. And the bark and the leaves. And slowly became still, silent. In the morning, there was only you,. A monsoon sky,. And a tree without leaves. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Bangalore, Karnataka, India. Please ask me first. View my complete profile. Pimp Your Pen is back. come over, aspiring and active writers. Opening Act at 100 Thousand Poets. A responsive audience...
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Sunday, November 9, 2014. A Grain of Sand. There may come a time. When you may not find me in your mind’s mirror. You’ll look at me, or through me,. Like an owl may look at an old brown leaf,. Thoughts of me may not fill your leisure hours;. They may not even enter your mind at all. As the milkman comes, the newspaper is folded back,. The sheets are swapped the mobiles charged,. Your mind may let go of things. A grain of sand is important. Only when it is lodged. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Posin...
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Monday, March 2, 2015. I am a house held together with cello-tape. Glass panes tacked together. With Blutac and bubblegum,. Fused, naked light-bulbs laden with forgotten sparkle. I am the driveway of hairline, moss-laden cracks. And drainpipes that believe they are not clogged. I am the hinges, peppered with rust, singing off-key. I am the rain, racing down the shingles;. The moss, getting clingy in old age. I am the doorknob that has lost its turn,. The cellar where insomnia hits the bottle. A venerable...
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Wednesday, October 22, 2014. Within the petals of my pain. Lies a dewdrop that glistens to your light. The petal, its veins, its barely-there fibres,. That breathe tender, baby-breath life –. Lie in wait quietly for the pink pulse. Of that precious, curving finger-tip. Moments, seconds, minutes, centuries rise. And ebb gently; patiently. As the rock that wears away for the wave. Time and tide cut hollows, hone crests,. Fill crescents as rain feeds the moss. Within the seeds of my pain, you lie. An event ...
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Tuesday, December 10, 2013. The old worn tablecloth at Koshy’s. Also waits for Rohini Venkatesh Malur. The red squares -. Bleached by years,. And the weight of elbows of varying girth. And tender coconut soup (no longer served here). Are now a bleating shade of pink. On the neighbour’s laptop, one reads,. 8216;Drones will soon deliver packages’. Did you write this while at koshys? Seemed so when i read it.i felt like i was at koshys too.love the piece, friend. February 9, 2014 at 8:54 AM. A venerable old...
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Tuesday, April 14, 2015. Take your hands off the raincloud, Tom,. God told Thomas;. Go wring that towel you dropped into the pool. Leave my twilight alone, Tom,. God told Thomas;. Light a candle and pray. Don’t wipe your soles on my prairie grass, Tom,. God told Thomas;. Load them with grains from the sand-pit. Don’t eye my lotus stems, don’t chase my backwater ducks,. Don’t covet that little squirrel’s tail fur. Don’t play my broken reeds, Tom;. Play the drum that you left behind. Please ask me first.
