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Untitled - 5
Words are flying out of worlds into air; the table lamp shines out their existence. They hang like speckles of dust in mid-air they swirl with each turn of the shadows in the distance. (The room is made in woo… -
Waiting for Rain
Summer has long prolonged its stay there is no joy now, like there never was in plucking mangoes off rusted shopping carts then rolling down concrete, not dried yellow grass Here comes the rain. A bubble, a drop Then th… -
Waiting on Change
Wonder what they left me for Here on 56th Street The wind howls And, lonesome line the streets The man in black, He seeks a price Boredom for some rice And, I tell him Hey, I'm on way I'm just here Waiting on Change Wa… -
Untitled -4
Again today we plot knots against crosses, dots after dots rambling, giggling quiet-still and then you say: Perhaps, I should tell you about my dream. And my eyes big and soften at just the right twist, then our hands … -
Noise
You'd think a night as still as this Would be melancholic quiet even But, it's chirping rustling, CHUGGING GRATING into morning loud and uneasy grinding and crackling hot and angry - daytime chatter. that n… -
Untitled -3
Your hair like sunlight falls upon summer dress caressing your feet gold-brown. Your feet like frolic shuffle through burning sand salt-water and starfish washed upon shore Your eyes they undress my past hurts they tri… -
Time
The sun falls into water, taking with it a dying dream. The moon comes up in silence, without celebration cloaking yet again, a night of tears hot and horrid, in its beauty. The sun bursts into life, bringing with it … -
Red
Red bursting out of the window frames colliding into me and you engulfing us in flames momentarily and then your gone And, I'm calling out for you Your walking two steps at a time in a line and then not quite… -
Summer
The sun bursts open another day quenching hope, parched hearts now litter Bombay's broken streets Machiwalis clamber up the train beads of sweat lace sari blouses, and purple patchwork and lime-green pinstripes dripping… -
Untitled- 2
Bursting out of shadows of trees, and coconuts and brown monkeys clambering up tree trunks, Bursting out of water once blue now sourly a red flower wild, fully-grown luring us in. Water sprinkled splashed so dirty, s…
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