I have seen hay getting drenched in downpours ,
And I have rubbed off my fingerprints from your letters ,
I have evacuated myself through the bottle of being ,
The suction worked just fine.

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I feel them ,I listen them .
As they adorn their scars with words
I let those scratches etch on my skin .
Blood clogs blood , words stop words.
Seeing the real person
behind the words they let out
Isn't easy .
Deciphering their words is easy ,
Deciphering their smiles and frowns
Makes you prudent.
And for someone as indecisive as me
The needle of words said and unsaid
And thorns of silent screems and blank stares ,
Prick more sharply and deeply
Than my own unslept nights
and unachieved dreams
and unfinished poesy .

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Sunrise
(Poem in caption)

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And then I resort to the panacea
That I find after accepting
Hoping , it won't turn into poison , atleast.
For I no longer seek anything ,
Everything else becomes meaningless when trust and love, mixed together, slips out from your palm like sand.

Comforting myself with the voids
Works better than the oncoming lies .

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Even if I try explaining you ,
The shiver at the end of my numb spine ,
You'll mistake that stutter of my clear speech
With a mellow song .

And you ask me why I choose silence ....?

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Love seems real only at two times .

(Full poem in caption)

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In a world full of electric drums and chip music , I still want to belong to the mellow lute family.

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Try not to lull,
Oh the pretty ladies
The crazy consternations
Hanging in the aura of a poet,
Like the scents of annihilation
Dripping from the chill of summer.
The poet-- ugly and pretentious--
Will offer you nothing
But volumes of misery
Written with some faithless reeds
Soaked in his dried up blood.

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Someday , sit at a park with naked toes and filled eyes
And look .
Look at the flock of words that fly away from the branches of that tree .
One by one , yet all together .
Relieving the burden of those branches ,
Without a destination or any announcement ,
Just getting off .

I don't have wings ,I agree , without any regret.
But that very day ,
I want you to understand
That's how I wanna exit from your life
After a brief meeting .
Without leaving any trace of myself ,
Without establishing any , in the first place .
Without revealing much ,
Without remembering the path that took me to you
With no idea of the map
Of the seamless vast sky ,
And with no hope or plan
To come back .

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That led me to hem
The gray raiment of mine existence,
With those stolen constellations-
Now twinkling like the pale sockets of a new bride,
To whom, sorrow has unveiled its face,
By suffusing her fresh mehendi
With the toxic aroma of those last breathing,
Gifted by her beloved husband!

©Barsha kumar

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