We carry ghosts
In caskets cowered
With garlands and memories
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Tag Archives: global poetry writing month
Planning
We plan relations like
We plan futures.
We see our today and,
Assume our tomorrow.
Cheat
You came in late,
Informing me of the diner you already had.
You don’t look me in the eye for too long,
A glance and then you hurriedly look away.
Mail For You
The receptionist called a few minutes back
Informing me about a mail for me.
The calendars weren’t marked and,
There wasn’t any celebration nearby. received
Rhyme
“Chubby cheeks, dimple chin
Rosy lips, teeth within.
Curly hair, very fair,
Eyes are blue – lovely too.
Is that you?”
The Space Between Us
It’s one of those days today
When everything’s starting to come down crashing
Altogether
All at once.
Home
There’s a yellow taxi waiting outside
In the light drizzle with
Rainbows on its windows.
Dawn
It was the peak of spring
And the garden was filled
With lush reds, pinks and yellows.
It was five-forty and I knew,
You’d be by the french window
To watch dawn set,
Waiting for your tea
And me. Continue reading Dawn
Tunes Of Yesterday
The streets are empty
With nothing but yellow shadows
And empty cars.
There’s the second last bus home
Making its way to me, adding white
To the yellow shadows.
When Time Fought
Some folks of have strange tales
Pumping through their veins,
That’ll remind you of fairytales.
Those marks are not stains,
But are remains
From a battle fought
At the ghats and plains.
Hear, hear, there’s something it taught.
