See how the cities
Can't hide how
Broken they are
From up above,
How, from their
Shoulders, slip
Drying streams into
The arms of suburbs,
Their waters now
Bitter, with grief.

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How,
If lungs sponged love
Instead of oxygen,
There'd be a million empty vessels
Within us.

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The south east window
Of our home
Hosts wood lice today.

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কে বলেছে পৃথিবীতে জলকষ্ট?
আমি তো সর্বদাই অথৈজলে।

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Sometimes,
I feel like the sea,
Flavoured by winter fog
Of the twenty third hour,
All of my salt in
Your eyes.

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Like the brink of
A strange little whirlpool
Where consent is
A thin blurred line between pillows
Like two clouds merging
And you couldn't tell
The grey a p a r t.
You couldn't know
Which one of us
Were the darker
Shade of grey.

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नज़रों की गुस्ताख़ीयां माफ़ हैं।
मन मैला आंचल, और लम्हें
आखरी अलविदाओं से साफ हैं।

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Cosmic Chill Scenes

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Brilliant perspectives on life, coupled with extraordinary wordplay. Saket ji's works are both daintily nuanced with emotions and thoughts that rouse the grey cells in one's mind. Sincerely a fan! Please keep writing.

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