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The face A face he has seen somewhere. A face without a nametag, Waves of memory’s ocean Becomes unruly in vain. Some faces do not have n..

simple Look at your arms And, at your prey. “It is worthy of troubles.”- Can you now say?

prey By the window of the funeral and florescent flower See, the face of her. The hunger does blend with grief. She comes out to stand at a outs..

Parallel Every parallel line meets at the eternity. Their figures rise from the fog, From the end of the lines, From the point of return to ..

Climbing down The dark stair had scared her. Mother’s bosom used to be sought. Solace, oh, deep solace! A space to bury head Like an Ostr..

every body has 2 lives.

Her stories untold Very nearly love. She has told. Anger erupts a volcanic scream, He breaks down, Goes moon Only for a limited time. Then ..

Her red tricycle Sunshine leaps from the pebbles To the porch. It touched the newspaper It touched the nails It creeps up the arm to the heart. ..

the fair The fair has wound up The hubbub has died away. Slight poignancy in the air. And, cold status quo is creeping here. The desertion ..

He, cursed the winter, a fatal angel, The long winter made the sun placid Shackled hands of trees were Bound to the mellow blue. ..