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here and there keys and scratches punctures, closed doors candle heat, misfit broken glasses, a stick.... chair, ballot box pamphle...

I find you between the tic and the toc, in the pauses of countenance, between halts and resumes, spaces that separate words , camouflag...

Think of me as a rose or mimosa an omnibus or magnum opus a swing may do more justice than the colours of wind a surreal landscape may ...

Isn't it easy to escape just by saying 'tata' 'gn' leaving the conversation unended, words unspoken? Do you not real...

dream in dream, fancying a dream i wake up to sounds of real life...  only to realise that i am still asleep dreaming a dream, fancying ...

I can not hold can have no control over the passing time which pushes every act into memory so ethereal, so abstract, so surreal that ev...

You breed silence and stillness, to punish the shouts, confessions of blood and body, of you and me. I hate the dirt, which you give me...

Unlike the triangle of food chain, there is no definite hierarchy when it comes to kyriarchy. Everything is topsy turvy or circular rather,...

I see them in the malls, streets, my room and on my body. Those snakes lie still. Hibernating. In baggages, on desks, shelves their whi...

When you refused to water the plant it turned pale and dry Leaves fought brightness, the roots - soil life. Left in one corner. There. ...

I am born - to a sinking rhythm which opens my inside - thrilled, excited, grounded, restricted, unfurled, possessed. Like countless me...

Addicted I am to your fragrance, your soft, compelling body, tender touch - skin-to-skin, lip-to-lip, to your bold and faint pleasing v...

And on the formal day I saw you though a brief meet my admiration knew no bounds... beautiful mind, plain clothes, strong ideas, humbl...

In a shrunken world on the foothills lives a restless granny Kill her with a huge stone you need to. A rash driver, she crushes dream...

i expect to see you when i'm outside expect you to see me noticing you with fixed eyes but you come never! to place we belong

Cold is the ocean at night Ice amongst ice is still colder Coldest I find are your eyes - the hollow mirrors the white canvases, dried...

I know how beautiful you are That black and white photograph of yours Has earned a million likes. You were unknown to me until one day,...

Who are you? I dare ask Who stripped you off your vibrant yellow robe? Your hollow eyes and still feet Tell me that you are ill Your a...

Tink, Have you any idea Of my unused wings? Fly I could just like you To visit flowers in spring. Lost I my pixie dust Tried when I...

I have developed a new hobby - bird watching; all thanks to my friends who one fine morning set out to observe birds around the campus. Li...