Mood Swings

Must I give you
the chilled truth of dry winds
till the fire
reaches the backyard?

The half-thumb
was held by the wheels.
Why you were pushing
the hearse
of a dead lie?

Anonymus
was the letter written by moon
to the damp cloud.
The rain drops will never
agree for the trysts.

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Stone Catchers

The vertical thought had
jumped on the moon
without any qualms.

Do you think, the dreams
will sell to man
these butterflies.

The ants were waiting
for the death of the lamb
wandering in the neighbour’s field.

O God, how long we will
drink this potion
of the stone catchers?

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Vanities

Was that a robot
claiming friendship
with the relics of past?

Or a quirk of a raw nerve
conversing with history:
and we will wait for centuries

to build a new scream
under the pale moon
in wingless night.

Whispering sex to flowers,
bees scrambled on the skin
of wooly leaves.

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The Other Smile

Death will not measure
the height,
from which we fall.
Not being,
the psyche of primeval fear
finds its conscience –

subverts the softness
of moon-eyed life
with wealth of green blood
in brown bread.

And the white candle
burns at night
to send aurora borealis
in blue irises.

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Wearing Away

I have again become empty
by undoing
a disturbing thought.

Unsexing
the sputtering stillness
of a Robin.

Tender bruises
on the pink heart.
A bird was flying away.

Little tears
come down from the swollen
river in spate.

Pain lingers
as you want an answer
from an eroding dune.

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Words Are Mine

Blood was in season,
on your hands.
A staged encounter
mauling the clouds.

Into a hare, you put the lead
with a roar of gun
and sun wants his share.

Beneath the honours
lies the guilt
of a ravaged moon.

I will not walk again
on the bristles of power.
Uncanny love lies in state.

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Snowline

A blank paper invites
for rape.
Snow sinks for a prelude.

The black swan flies away
for the quiet hills,
when sun was drawing out the blood.

Alone I will write a poem
beneath the tear soaked eyes
and then moon fell.

As in the valley
of million tulips
I will make a dream kill.

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Against The Times

Lipped-wet,
Counterfeits.
Fakes neither audible
nor visible.

The moment dies
in our hands.
It was a non-
happening.

Silence booms
destroying the palace,
of dreams. I should have
become the scissors.

This poem is not charitable
gnawing at the underlip
of an orphaned
moon.

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Retold Journey

Insane
I turn around
an amputee

to live, for not living
fighting the inner war
speared,
lacerated,
like neanderthal in cave

my weapon
the serrated moon
cried in fluted dark

a glimpse of bare bones
the ash of a bleeding dawn
my shuttered courage
in urn
there was only one evening

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Fairy Tale

The unwed moon
rowing like a swan on blue lake
after making love to silence.

Dignified shadows
walk on black beach
gathering white heels.

Only lunatics will sing
in shapeless lines.
Who cares for a sequence?

The milk of love
after the kids, in night
the moon was drinking nonstop.

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