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Fragments

Saying Words There was There were Incomplete Fragmented And Thinking I keep He is Lies Told She said Walked Walking Away She said Walk I He Incomplete But Fragmented Yet Was a thought Walked away Both We walked Opposite directions … Continue reading

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Sunny snow

I have never known the snow To be so warming Until I met you Until I felt you The touch of your skin Left me burning And yearning To be burnt again By your beautiful snow spreading The length And … Continue reading

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Cycling to heaven

On the road to the mountain sanctuary I met a priest Or was he a monk? A Buddhist monk guiding a goat Or was it the other way around? Perhaps there were two Perhaps I met two After all I … Continue reading

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God’s spirit

A misshapen bird Appears beautiful In carvings found yet Lost for generations In daylight flies Sun burns his wings In agony Mutates into thousands Of humans and Gods Worshipped into extinction But Remains untouched In agony Feeds on the flesh … Continue reading

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Blood pressure

I eat a little I eat too much I drink and drink Only water is allowed I wake up at midnight I take a reading The numbers persist It is too high It is too low Headaches and Heat rash … Continue reading

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Long Silent

Long silent I have been silent for long Contemplating Pretending Pretending to contemplate Time Time unmeasured remains in my Soul Silent Long silent Face Appears Appears on the surface of my Conscious Conscious? Am I? For how long? I have … Continue reading

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One square inch

 One square inch of being Resides in a sea of faces faceless Competition resumes over Circular tables of residence Towers with footprint of a flower Despite of the rain stands There is no space for lying down One square … Continue reading

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