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Winter, summer

A little man made of dusty water! The dusty water once got constipated Over wet sand and dirt And so gathered its stodgy shapelessness Into a bulk of human appearance And got garnished with snowflakes. A little man made of … Continue reading

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Summer, winter

Her name is Summer Always arguing for winter Even in the mist of blizzards A case of wishing for the opposite The unreachable. In winter she remembers Her name with nostalgia Always arguing for winter But it is here she … Continue reading

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Water on the roof

Reflections sparkle in the morning sun On the roof Frozen and flowing crisis larking about On the roof Staring eyes bouncing pupil fixated On the roof Frozen and flowing crisis lurking about On the roof Accumulating thoughts running around On … Continue reading

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On her lips

A bamboo pen writes On her lips shades of color appear An apple breaks sweetness I imagine love but never Experienced the feeling in A kiss planted on Her lips part and close A tulip in spring time revives A … Continue reading

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Strangling breath

In the heat Two smells emerge Over powering the senses In the heat The sun boils the skin And leaves target marks for wasps In the heat The sweat fills the locker rooms The perfumes kill the ozone zone And … Continue reading

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Hush baby hush

Summer time and cotton high and the Song goes for the baby in cradle Hush baby hush No! No sneezing now No coughing either Hush baby hush Your dada’s sleeping an’ Your mama’s missing Shopping Meeting a lover Meeting a … Continue reading

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Omelet breakfast

Trickles of heatwave sweat Drops flow in engraved tunnels on the Face side limping Fever they say Got hold of my soul Made me a wild beast Hundreds of voices in my head Images flicker behind my retina Colouring my … Continue reading

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