A Certain Incongruity
Word was a paper boat then.
A Titanic it was, revolving
around the world on scanty water
Now word is a broken boat.
A rock figurine unable to move
even when surrounded by oceans
All the poesy became debris
when word dropped to the ground
Now we are only moving amongst pebbles
One may hear an occasional sound
But there are no sounds of breath
Have you seen the border of the sky?
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I don’t know what would you say so ,
My sky is edged in green
Passing by my sky spreads peacock feathers. Never ask the sky about its whereabouts but, leaning my head on it can now easily hold the sphere. It can take the turmoil of the typhoons and the calmness of the mirages with ease. How graceful its hand ignites this…
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A pining
for not having drowned like a paper boat
when you were impregnably brimming over the banks;
For having failed to play like a pearl of water
on the sickle of your waist
when the first signs of youth blossomed over there;
For not sharing a piece of firmament
standing at the threshold of your teary looks
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Kaveri!
You are now an…
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