Making a dash for the building rooftop to look at the stars

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Driving your car around the same neighborhood again and again

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Hot coconut oil,
An old collection of Bengali short stories,
And the wrinkled fingertips of my dida.

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Takes place the eruption of
Yet another life

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// A promise made in Love //

A grill-less window to let the rain-winds in
A kiss for each time it rains
A kiss for each time
A kiss for
whenever it rains.

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// Lunar Phases //

I am half-mad.
In less proportions my sickness is sweet.

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Humans are under house arrest, booked under several charges,

Our windows are now our big screens,

Freedom is a Bollywood film,

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I waited for fourteen human days for you to come back and do the dance 

you did but in reverse and in the opposite side of the door right before our ritualistic kiss

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today while washing the dishes i did not get a second to sigh/ my wrists hurt from scrubbing the stainless steel/ removing the evidence of a butchered bird from our plates/ i gulped a ball of phlegm rising in my throat/ i made an effort to not cry/ i really miss suman auntie/

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