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dyed verse

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Where is her tiny Black dress? The one  She wanted to Wear that E v e n i n g A dress of Fancy, Bitter, Sweet and Dark-tinged V e r s e Prose-dyed, Vague-styled, But, still, Written with Her, I n  u n i s o n Neither  Of them Wanting  To die A verse-less  D e a t h For this,  They together  Caress, An achingly D a r k ,  —  B […]

White Tears

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I die A thousand Deaths, And cry A thousand Tears Inky drops Become Soft crease— On coarse skin, Renewed Fears I write This very Poem To tattoo it On your Skin White ink Is so translucent— Such a Slight, Poetic Sin I die A thousand Deaths, And cry A thousand Tears If only I’d read this On my palm— To get prepared For life’s exam But fact is, History Tells me, You can’t Read Between […]

Dancing Hands

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waves & colours twists & turns & black & white outstretched, loose arms, with hands untangling, knitting smiles on pale soft canvas, warm & bright a fragile psyche, brave as night tonight with hands, untangling, weaving waves & colours, twists & turns tonight. outstretched. on soft. grey canvas. cold, & bright. some touch the horizon. cry. then fly. these dancing hands * inspired by my beloved friend Tiffany D.'s drawing — with fearless hands dancing […]

The Sound of Silence

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Don’t dare speak up Repeat with me Milady sleeps Fast-forward streams Solarium nights Lavish details Siren-tailed corpse Breaking the silence The sound of deathbed Amnesic smile Subtle, sublime, Such inner fight The prima donna That got the part She was no singer! Her saddened rhymes Lady in waiting She’s held at bay Translucent playground Far, far, away No-one’s an angel A gusty room But don’t be fooled Breaking the silence One sleepy mirage Got only […]

Sunburn

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The day after my dad’s corpse burned to ashes, we went to pick them up by the scenic hillside crematory.  I was numb for feeling and my mum was still reluctant to cry.  My little sister was just blunt, as she displays herself during working days and weekends alike. No matter whether she has just won the lottery, or her father has died. But we had to go. My dad’s ashes were there, waiting for […]

The spiral walk

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Spiraling over the edge,Yogic palatesAre out of bounds. If only I could undoThe spiral walk. Because it is full of lies,Death, Insurgences,And despair. Spiral in,Spiral out,And all I wantIs for the flowersTo wither. MementoTo heaven. It surely comes in knots,Which I untie,When I am out of bounds,As is my yogic palate. The thin lineBetween goodAnd flavoured pains. The full range Of human nature,From enviousTo gracious.The fears,The tears too. This is the circle,Of beginnings and ends,And […]

Glass

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Aseptic death,Like glass,Bloody cold,Indecent in her blindAnd superficialGrief-inducing fear. I could not cryThrough his wake,I felt however reassuredThat he’d come a long wayTo finally kiss meGoodbye. The big frameless window Separating us. Aseptic. Death as a business, Like glass, Bloody cold. The stake is ready, To purify your soul. Please knock down The senseless divide. I want to hug you One final time. Aseptic death, Like glass, Bloody cold, Indecent in her blind And superficial […]