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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&#0...

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hibiscusandgrowing – The hibiscus

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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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Keeping wet – The hibiscus

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A poem a day. A poem a day by A.J.Rao. The little girl in movie gets down to save. A goat trapped in a hole and misses train. Returning from far off mosque after prayer. To bring back talk to a born-dumb tongue. You are tied in tongue , you soggy-pants. Old man holding up your pants from tears. You do not know a monkey god of movies. Who can rewind your old little boy tears. Old little boy ,it is all over, love and tears. You are just soggy in pants ,dried in eyes. August 12, 2015. August 12, 2015. The p...

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Fade – The hibiscus

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A poem a day. A poem a day by A.J.Rao. Better pass boldly into that other world. In glory of passion than fade and wither. I am not one of Dubliners waiting to pass. Yet I pass and wither by, in a brown land. Where shrubs rise from yesterday’s sun. Glory will not be mine as I wither and fade. Like thorny shrubs dodged by eating goats. I pass into other world,as the kin at my feet. Wonder why fading is such a gradual thing,. Like light thinning in the evening windows. August 6, 2015. Playing with the sea.

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Looking back – The hibiscus

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A poem a day. A poem a day by A.J.Rao. Holding dad’s hand you looked back. Just after bridge ,for my camera’s eye. Little girl ,you would be memorizing. Your multiplication tables in school,. Your arms tucked on your little chest. Are you the one crying in your eyes. Being the one not to sing as our idol. As your tears have flown a last drop? But your songs will always wave like. The grass flowers beyond the bridge. Your multiplication tables shall run. A never ending song in my memory. August 9, 2015.

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Dying selfishly – The hibiscus

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A poem a day. A poem a day by A.J.Rao. Dad would rather not part with. His daughter into her marriage,. Spinster daughter,not a virgin. Her marriage is not important . Daugher is ,for doddering dad. Intensely selfish ,immediately. Concerned about his hard shit. Everything goes down to shit. We turn dust , our words shit. Between dad and child is love. They cry as they mutually die. After watching a Hindi movie. August 16, 2015. View all posts by hibiscusandgrowing. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Create a fr...