And the secrecy is hidden now,
wilted tulips don't make a noise.
That's what her mother taught her.

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HYACINTH
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Facing the soil
under the water-laden clouds,
I was a hyacinth,
told by the tulips that
Love was about to rain.

All were erect,
ogling the sky
and edifying me foolishly to
straighten up my chalice,
'Collect love, it tastes of paradise!''

Now I long I could
save them, tell them
that the rain now trickling
down my spine,
the shower I despise
to be touched by
was the same that bent my goblet
and my hopes this low.
Petrifying me, a delicate hyacinth
to ever let it, love, into my stem
and my soul...

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I would have built it with wood so that our relations would remain as strong as wood.
And have a farmland of beautiful tulips so that our feelings would remain as fragrant and fresh as the flowers till the end of life.
And I would be happy to live in this house with you and grow old together gazing at the stars at night.

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Sometimes you need to
Climb window sills
Carrying bunch of fresh tulips
To draw the beautiful souls
Afraid to even sneak a peek.

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She grew guns in her backyard
and tulips in her graveyard.
Her love for corpses and
hatred for petals was unfathomable.
The mere words she carved
with the thorns, pricked her own soul,
bleeding her heart red, flowing
through her tired eyes, filling the gaps
of the wrecked bridge that linked
her graveyard and backyard.
The proses she versed sitting in
her backyard shot a number of bullets
through the parched leaves of tulips
and the broken nib scattered fragrance
of the gunpowder remained on
her wounded heart, yearning to pump.
She buried herself in the shell of bullets
but the tulips still bloom her soul
and the guns shoot on her scars,
making her wounded, each time
she bled a phrase on the parched soil
of her burnt flesh and bone.

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One evening you'll come back home..
With tulips and roses,
all yellow and pink..,
Promising never to leave again..
You'll end up re-igniting the same old pain.
Your voice, raspy as ever, will sound like love.
You'd scream out my name, this time a little louder,
and I won't be anywhere, near.

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/Tiny Tale/

You touched a tulip,
it bloomed.

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मेरी कविताओं से सारे
रुक्ष शब्द निकाल देता हूँ
और कठिन अनुगृहीत व्याकरण
को त्याग देता हूँ
और बना देता हूँ साफ सपाट
ज़मीन और ट्यूलिप के कंदो को
लगा देता हूँ..
जिसकी हर फूल की बंद
पंखुड़ी के अंदर सिर्फ
"प्रेम" लिखा हो
फिर तो
आओगी न..????

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Gulmohar-க்கும்
Tulip-க்கும்
என்ன வித்தியாசம்
எனக் கேட்கிறாய்..

கன்னத்தில் ஒன்று
இதழ்களில் ஒன்று
தருகிறேன்...

பார்த்துவிட்டு சொல்
வித்தியாசத்தை !

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