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Endless chatters, silent groans
Hand in hand
Sweat-stained clothes
Free fall of sand
Flip-flop flip-flop
Endless walks, free flowin..
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The lunatic walked alone
He questioned himself,
He asked questions that no one ever did
“Would I burn the newspaper today?”
&l..
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I held the cup in my hand.
I looked at my reflection on its shiny surface.
It was somewhat flattened, my image,
It seemed as if somebody pull..
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‘It’ did not know how it was born,When time progressed,‘It’ realized its existence.It was alone, not knowing what to do.&ldquo..
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Who pays the poet to write?Is it the hurt that dwells in the heart?Is it the blank page, who waits eagerly to be filled?Is it the ink which beckons to..
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The letters never cared
They seemed to be comfortable with one another
I observed them closely…very closely
‘A’ seemed to ..
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Have you ever heard the white bird sing?Or does it sing to me only?It sings me stories of the distant past…And of the distant present…an..
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I opened my cupboard
The clothes started dropping…
One by one….
Oh…do you die of breathlessness too?
Is it claustroph..
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Did you see how you laughed in that old photograph?I am sure you remember the moment, don’t you?The insanely stupid incident that prompted that ..
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