Category: Poetry
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Poetry
kashmir

Did you see me, watch the snow Fall gently and delicately, From the cerulean sky? I blew the smoke from the cigarettes, That wound up in hypnotic spirals The warmth that khaki uniforms couldn’t find. My hand rested upon the gun The murdering weapon that hid behind labels Of nationalism and protection And when the […]

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Poetry
Payal

Tinkling bells that chime without the wind, The to and fro swing, Of slender hips, That sound a unanimous cham-cham On wooden floors and stone stages The gleam of silver against the kesari sky, The telltale sign of a dipping sun. The skimming of toes across the bubbles, Of a still lake, The water rippled […]

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Poetry, The Constellation Series
Eridanus ~ the river

They dusted the stars on my eyelids, And coated my skin in the glowing embers of the sky The drew upon my body, A thousand stories And once  they had painted my limbs, With the colors of the night and the shooting stars, That seeped deep below the skin Dying my veins and arteries Silver, […]

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Poetry
Muse

A caress of strings That touched upon a humid loneliness Broke the silence, in cheery reverberation. An echo, on a crowded street Breaking the hum and buzz of chatter That lingered outside a stone cathedral. Upon whose windows were painted, Gospel women in tinted tessellation Of rainbow. Solemn countenance, that smiled Not even at the […]

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Poetry
Doodling Dreams

The impossible seems possible sometime. And I feel it’s better to dream the abstract and the irrational rather than let common sense dictate life.   Flying is impossible. Soaring through the sky on your own? Isn’t possible. That when a star goes supernova It bursts into a black hole. And though it slows down time, […]

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Poetry, The Constellation Series
on suns, skies and constellations

The road to the stars: THE CONSTELLATION SERIES When I drew the roads to my heartAnd marked the paths,With the shining constellationsπροσπαθούν να βρουν πυξίδα(Trying to find Pyxis) I found that you,Had already made yourself at homeEven though, I had barred my bonesAnd torn all muscled pathwaysTo stop you from reaching it. When my breathFelt […]

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Poetry
Hiraeth

‘a homesickness for a home you can never return to or never was’ Your eyes were a salve, A soothing touch Of ice On skin of fire. A blaze Uncontrollable, Distrust. Anger. Jealousy. Until, I found a hearth To call home. A home that was the essence of you and me. I miss: The laughter […]

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Poetry
Geometry

Did you know?If you used those sharpened knives,To cut trianglesOut of my skinThe muscle, sinew and limbs,You could create a pyramidOf unbreakable stone. Did you know?That if you used a pointed compass,To find my northAnd the celestial oceans that lay thereAnd drew circles around meTo strand me there,I would never leave. Did you know?That the […]

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On Pottery

They could never seem to capture my silence, It was a thick rigidity that filled the air, Heavy. Dense. They heard my music even though I could not sing A yet shapeless, Formless thing. And they spun me Tighter and tighter, Pulling me tautly Against their calloused hands Giving my amorphous body Shape. Delicate, meandering […]