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Have you ever had a whiff of a stale mask?
There's a piquant weight attached to it,
As if the user's every word and every task
Holds it down just a..
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The ache and din of cars and sundries
Or their apparitions, I cannot really say,
As they waft through the melting streets
Of Chennai on a rather b..
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I miss the crevices of your face
where the edges of your smile hide.
I miss the second at which
your eyelashes collide and you blush.
I mis..
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There are bikers on the sidewalks
And raindrops on the hedgerows;
The leaves are pouring water
And the tarmac’s draped with rainbows.
The ..
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The
beads of sweat upon the worker's brow,
The
hope his heart has heaved upon his head
That
life may love his children as they grow,
And
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The night time tide shall ebb and flow no more,And cease and come to rest sometime tonight;These dust of memories it brings ashoreShall scintillate an..
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Grenade on a rain drop.
Explodes in to fragments of water,
Drenching the curious hummingbird
Painting his plumage with aqueous nectar..
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No hallowed ground, no kingly crown
No gold or silver, no robe or gown
The high and mighty and the lowly born,
Nothing follows when you're lowered ..
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My love, I know not what a sonnet is.Is it a verse in groups of twelve and two?Or octave, sestet, turn or volta too?Has it no foot or syllable amiss..
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The seasons are turning over and
The rustle of the falling yellowed leaf
Betrays no vocal emotion
As the wistful wind reminds me
That life has qu..
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