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The four musicians in a field
(to Alison and the band)
A note has touched the cloud, just now.
A bird has stopped over thinking
it may find a..
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This is the result of some dream rising inside after a quarrel with a friend who has importance enough to cause bleeding. At night I dream of a fight ..
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Stalker
A hand reaches me everywhere.
However more elusive, I become.
The shadow of its voice roams on,
Doubts it generates, watch with feline..
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X-marked spot
The yellow tape, taut and rigid, cordons the place.
Hush has a sound of it and is colored in gray.
Crows and curious men flocking t..
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Words of a sea
Words of a sea spoken in close whispers
It is an avid proponent of sky.
I wish I could lift my face to sky, blue.
Instead I decid..
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I like it blended
The sweat and the market.
Life on the village is stirring.
The beggar and the thief
Half heartedly handing over
Their loots to ..
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The abused (the dust and the future)
The upturned walls of his mind throbs.
Each flash cuts and pastes scene from past.
Small palms grasp bed sheet..
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Aftermath of an accident
The subsided men, how was it to be
That close to death? The snub of light through it,
The bitter dark water’s fata..
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Those waiting eyes
The wait of rain has been soaked in meadows.
The warmth of a fragile hand is still on
The support of the porch. A pair of eyes..
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Name game
It was not his name really.
He may have any other.
Yet his presence, eloquent,
Delightful and ever green
Shimmers like an imp in space...
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