खालिश खलिश
मैं क्यूं जलूं
अलाव सा
घड़ी घड़ी

घड़ी घड़ी
मैं क्यूं बुझूं
अलाव सा
मैं क्यूं जलूं
हवस हवस

क्यूं रात हो
ये खून खून
मैं क्यूं रहूं
दीवारों में

मैं क्यूं पियूं
हालात ये
ये सुर्ख सुर्ख
बिना गिले

ये क्यूं मरें
गुल मेरे
हर दफा
तेरे हाथ से

खालिश खलिश ।

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In hollow hearts
Complaints reverberate
Where else to die
Except behind your closed eyes

How easy it is
To make someone scared
Of clocks
Of walls
Of time
Of themself.
What does it take
To break a heart

How much to wait
Everyday,
To realise
What a tragedy it is
To dream,
To wish,
To hope,
To live
To be.

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Sushantha is, like a butterfly with wings of thousand colours. And I am not talking much about her poetry here, I am talking about her. By probabilities I have been granted some access to the stuck pages, and I think I have held them dear. Before, during and after separating them. She is someone whom you can dream with and actually make them come true. And it has been a pleasure to dream with her. I don't want to tell you more, I don't want to tell you how she is, when she is angry, when she is gloomy, when she is happy or sad. I don't want to tell you how to talk to her or what to do. But I want to tell you that she is real. And existence of such realities, is almost non feasible at times let alone be a common happening. You won't meet her twice if you meet her as someone else. So maybe if you ever meet her, meet her like you really are.She likes almost everything that is alive but cockroaches, and lizards. And she has her list of close friends. They are fixed. She loves them, they love her. Some of them are cats. Beautiful cats. It's a narrow path with her at times, not many choices. But then you can never really fall with a butterfly with wings of thousand colours. Or, can you?

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VERSCHLIMMBESSRN

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Again,
We fly
into reflections
We fall
Again

Catching
Less that what got lost
Fading
Fragments
Again

Losing
The air between us,
Sleeping for four eyes
Alone
Again

Waiting
Slowly
Becoming
Lesser
Again

Words unsaid
Lost with the night
You never lived through
Ça fait mal
Dormir sans toi.

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Remnants of moon
Night falling on Night
Insects of sorrow
Feed on my heart again

I see these doves collapse
Tearing the walls of hell
In the centre of the sun
It's the coldest of all

Separation paints
The beauty in the pain
Oh, this heart believes
If I exploded into a thousand voids
Maybe one, will get one drop,
Of your rain

I will smile, you will smile
But who will mourn
The dead horse,
who slept through a painful night.

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To what is,
To what is, not
I often cry
With only one eye

To who is,
To who is, not
To forget
To forebear suffering

Serene mellifluence
Of contumelious cries
Let me sleep for
A single night

Bear the pain
Oh, sweet heart
Someday a sunset
And all the goats die.

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Mellifluous songs
Weeping birds of the night
Oh sleepy frozen hearts
Oh sleepy broken hearts

May it always be brown
May it always be dark
May you rupture tonight
Oh! my crestfallen heart

Maybe all of us are scents
Loved by hearts
Worn by someone else
Getting fainter
Oh this pain

Maybe when it is least love
It is most love
For the pleasure in breaking
Is always more than
The pain after being shattered apart.

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