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Manikandan V
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Withering suns...
As the night just  got stuck onto you  I try harder  to pluck the day out of the moon-tree.  It is then a thousand suns  wither like autumn leaves  only to make you smile  which in turn brings  my last boat.  I now start sailing  to the banks  of the spring...
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Spillover
It takes exactly the same time as drinking a cup of tea to write a poem As one takes a sip the words fall into place one after another And then a poem just sits there as an empty cup ,..
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Suroohi
The pre-eternal silence was just waiting outside the door. The yet-to-be born moment grew more curious of all the possibilities. And then ...BANG... She jumped into the scene shouting 'Yey' with a three-teeth laugh. The universe was born and started looking...
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Mayan
Words were the ones that left the place first and then the meanings. Following that happened the death of the poem. Much later Mayan started playing chase and catch with them and bringing in the words as meanings followed. The great poem too was resurrected...
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a night . . . few wors . . .
Full-moon night Two dimensional trees Chattering wind ,.. Bamboo railing Folding cot Nightjar calls ,.. I am near I am not ,.. Flash of lightning Inaudible thunder Distant rain ,.. What else a mirror reflecting another could possibly mean except an infinite...
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A journey few words...
Good or bad the road doesn't matter as long as the journey brings you those dark shadowed trees. ,.. The evening said that it hasn't seen the moon for a while as the moon slowly drifted behind those colour-filled clouds. ,.. When the moon is journeying with...
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half-bitten apple
Sitting on the roof-top-garden restaurant Just above the 128th floor of the building I told him “I think I am bitten by the half-bitten apple” “You think?!” “Yeah, isn't that we normally do, think?” “Hmm... when and how did it happen” “I didn't know it was ...
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Monsoon words
As the rain stops, we start the journey. And the rain starts too... --- One after another, the leaf counts all the drops that fall. It's drenched memories get stored in the roots that connect everything with everything... --- The sky still has a rain that c...
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Story of the leaf
Once upon a time There was a leaf Fresh and green During the monsoon It explored rhythms With every drop of rain At the end of rain It became friends With the wind And started telling its story In drenched words As the wind flowed It dried those words Off t...
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