Running

A long road
Stretches into the horizon
Footprints left, no body!

March 21, 2019

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Reference

Reference me!
I have been asked for a thought
I wrote a note
I do not recognise the name
There are thousand faces missing.

March 19, 2019

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Winter flower

Thousand flowers
Grow in spring and die
Lonely flower
Grows in winter and dies
Still it is rare and wonder.

March 17,2019

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Distance

A lonely
A mathematician measures
The distance
Between him and her, hundreds
Of ways except walking.

March 15, 2019

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Through glass window

I sit in an empty room crowded
So many bodies accumulated
Perfumed with bad breath and
Memories swarming in the horizon
I see them through the glass
I see them through the window
A single window, a prisoner of
The dark room
The mind that conjures images past.

March 14, 2019

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Shapes blurred

A painter stands in an empty corner
In a crowded quarters
The streets crisscross like
The tangled thoughts of
A crazy jealous
A man
A woman
A something in between
A confused
A confusion
A painter stands with a last painting tube
A half empty … thought
A broken brush
A casual encounter produces
A distorted image
The ageing painter looks through
The crowd … shapes blurred
A failure registers
Unrecognised
The shapes blurred in agony
In the painter’s mind painting
Shapeless thought
The radio announces
Thoughtcrimes are on the rise
Shapeless thought painted
On broken canvas whistles!

March 7, 2019

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Shadow warriors

It is a mythology daddy
My daughter assures me
As we recount the story
The dream I had
The shadow floating in the void
That is my mind
A horse,
A knight,
A savage warrior
A hyena eating the dead
I scream in my sleep
As hyena turns the faces
Of the dead to face me
I avoid knowing
My daughter shakes me
Out of my terror laughing
It’s only a mythology daddy!

February 28, 2019

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