Solidarity

Still talking to a ghost
in oblique manner
about sexuality.

A centuary plant has not
bloomed;
wants to die.

The loincloth covers
the ocean floor
where it shipwrecked.

A fake will do.
God was on dialysis.
Chemistry of kiss did not work.

Between bullets and bread
grievers will descend
for a lost saviour.

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Inward Odyssey

Eating fire, but entangled
in the cobwebs,
of becoming or not becoming
a child again;
in the hollow of a maimed body
looking beyond the opaque
hirsutism
of lies.

Path leads to inward lake
where I will meet you
on the white beach.
And snap the waves.

Let the winds blow now
in reeds,
between cracked heels.

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Gifting

O viola,
go over the grapes
and find an ageless green.

It is difficult
to be born
again, undoing death.

You swoon
at the continuity
of crossroads –

with blue flags
in your bowl.
A rosette,

without a winner.
A birthday gift
for all the failures.

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Drift Ice

Absurdity was waylaid
like a black swan on the
grass shaking a leg.

A child walks through me
antithetical to scorched life
of parallel egos.

Austerity was neither present
nor absent.Volcanic ash
was spewing on recti.

It was drifting, the snow bound
killer, spilling the blood in sea.
Home was still for away.

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I Trust

When the hate began
subordinating,
where were you?
O!

My clothes were on fire.
When you climbed the lips,
words were livid on tongue:
beyond the earth and sky,
water and air,
fire!

You stutter?
Speak not truth.
I don’t exist;
my flesh has become food
red meat,
dirty orchid!

I will forget me! !

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Body Script

Does it stir you,
a body bag?
Journey of million years
stops here,
decoding the numbers.

A humming bird
inflight catches a dilemma
before the sun sets on the
whirring wings.
The moon will never be the same.

Hanging by a thread
a suicide bomber memorializes
the unhealing land.
Who will cry
when he is gone?

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Abandoned

the punctuations
start crumbling
a soldier
falls to coyotes
this was their space

a moon was sitting
in waiting room
inhabiting war at
a defining moment

it was a fatal attack from
the guards impersonal
ripping through the passions
to hold or not to hold

the fruit – end was near

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Talking Spirit

Water has its own mind.
Becomes a rival
in the crack of a rock.

If the moon cries;
it becomes dew
on the slender grass.

The maiden love,
you will find it on
bed at night.

And when the priest
becomes featureless
it goes in the eyes of a god.

When death smiles,
it fills the glass
you drink it like elixir.

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Destiny

Nomadic moon was roaming
in the maddened fear of night.
A wordless journey in silent dark.

Betonica
for a painless being,
sustains the blues of separation.

An inverted green
puts the roots upward
to send a message.

Fear breaks the bones
to mould the claws.
There was no oblique answer.

Nobody was blameless.

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Today

Knowing too much
was painful.

Shedding the fear, we were
disappearing in each other.

The rioting has spread
between deathless principles.

Unborn was
the sadistic attack-

sleeping on roses. There
was hidden sex in the pricks.

I made love with
the bones-
unthreading.

I will not borrow

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