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welcome to bananaland: anticlockwise: eraser malady

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I wish I could hold your giant hands right now. And slowly rub my face with it, with an anticlockwise rhyme. So that time would rearrange the cells in our bodies. That have preserved memories like formalin,. Against your wishes and mine. Ive been an avid follower of your blog ever since I discovered it some time back. And this is yet another great post! It was also great to see your poems published in Kathmandu Post some weeks back. Keep writing. Its always great to read you :). A cake for a cake. I Pati...

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welcome to bananaland: carrots, please

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Kl1800: It used to be 20 feet, now I can't even read what is 6 feet ahead. It is high time I start eating carrots again, or wear glasses. Kl2330: I have started to meditate again; that doesn't make me spiritual though. Kl,2345: Try not to hate alternatives, they keep you going. Or growing. Kl0015: I noticed I am blocked. Kl0120: Sex is circles and slowly. Familiarity breeds security. But there is fun involved as no one is the same after a little game. Are you the misleading type? I wish I could hold your...

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welcome to bananaland: bye bye miasma

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Maybe because the charms of the lover are so strong and shiny, they will cajole your purest intentions straight to purgatory. Maybe the company of the lover makes the whole world fade away in its blazing trail and the emotional phenomenon becomes a grand musical. Perhaps the lover's silence becomes even more mysterious with time, like an unexplored jungle that keeps exploding with strange noises and animal behaviour. Rebound relationships are a necessity for cowards, they say. Days you might not  kn...

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welcome to bananaland: re-installed blues

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Dear rain-soaked old man,. A bizarre trajectory it is, your timing. I was sitting with my head in my hands. Dirty toes, the bare ground. Underneath, the sun doing no harm and. Having not done any good and out. Of the blue in the lightest shade comes you. Delight and silent slithering of your. Crawled up my feet. They did. But I restored my. Act of painting those. Yellow, they shall be wind. Chimes I told myself an hour ago. And. Half painted, half begun, half way done-. In these dull,commercial. These cl...

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welcome to bananaland: to be neatly sliced in tin boxes

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To be neatly sliced in tin boxes. Dearest tree dwelling perky bird with a bow,. I was going to write you a letter but the table is pinned down by empty glasses, scared jugs, half filled books and loose paper. There are too many things demanding attention. I am repulsed by such needy properties. Thus, the fingers are doing the loving here while l. Ittle, neatly packed walnut shaped sounds are exploding inside my head. Mondays don't do that to me, evenings do. Then there is this impertinent. There are so m...

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welcome to bananaland: pardon me

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I was supposed to make pasta and fish for dinner, I did not. I was supposed to head to the gym for an hour; that didn't happen. I was supposed to look up tutorials and make myself a nun's habit ( in white), but it wasn't to be. I was supposed to fix some breakfast but I nearly burned down the kitchen again. I was even supposed to call mom and chit chat for few minutes, but then I couldn't even endure my own voice. I am supposed to be wearing my glasses but I have my eyes closed. Your hair is a dead birds...

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welcome to bananaland: heart is a romantic pyromaniac

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Heart is a romantic pyromaniac. Days you might not. Days I might not. Wanna do you,. Days we might not. Stick our tongues out,. Days life might not. Let us be,. I'll be pragmatic and let you burn. Every day, i fall a little more in love with Ss poetry. hugs. I donno much about poetry but i am smiling as i read ur posts. i guess, it means i like it;) keep up. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Come down from your tree, I am waiting for you. To be neatly sliced in tin boxes. Heart is a romantic pyromaniac.

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welcome to bananaland: so weak, so disappointing

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So weak, so disappointing. Kl0830: The first alarm sounds like a teacher, who is very kind and somewhat fastidious. I never ignore it. So today, I woke up only to rediscover the fact that I am still not in any good shape to battle with the disobedient eyelids. Snooze alarm had to be set up; I act surprised every time. Kl0915: I hate the early-morning I; so weak, so disappointing! Kl1810: Being in gupatabaas is a strange stimulation of the needy-distraction-muscles. Kl0231: [ Not late night, but early mor...

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welcome to bananaland: erotic task of depression

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Erotic task of depression. We come back from away and dark. Because in the morning. Lover slowly tells soft stories of nightmares. It had been a while since you lied to me. So a total surprise it was not. Hearing you say allthosemagneticallymundanethingsonceagain. In response, I found myself getting even more attracted to you. Absence of space denotes one large breath. Absence of one large breath denotes too much space in your head. When the charcoal fanged stings of longings. While I lay there now.

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welcome to bananaland: let me punish you

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Let me punish you. Our emotional consciousness is often clouded by impulse. But we don’t want impulsiveness to take over. Why is that so? Because some can dance, while others can’t. The fooool in my bed still believes every word you say.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Come down from your tree, I am waiting for you. To be neatly sliced in tin boxes. Dearest tree dwelling perky bird with a bow, I was going to write you a letter but the table is pinned down by empty glasses, scared ju. I do not remem.