Tag: gather essential
group name: theromantics
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June 28, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Father does not know
She is swimming for an promised land
struggling with wave after wave.
The desert storm always tumbles
her thoughts’ relative perspectives.
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December 11, 2008 09:56 PM EST --
T he S pirit of red and green
The red and green is mixing, blending, merging.
I look at those out-of-worldly Magnolias.
A spell of wintry wind is coming down
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March 11, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
The five minutes in a killed lift
The soft buzz is killed all of a sudden.
The world flickers, blinks as the lights die and born.
You can listen to millions of words
the . . .
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March 21, 2009 10:50 PM EDT --
H e ire ss
“You are the legal heiress.” She listens.
It weighs her mind; she runs her hands on the throne.
It glistens like a freshly honed sword. Glistens.
Her entire . . .
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October 01, 2009 07:38 AM EDT --
The egg of a hope
To my brother, Robert
Four hundred yards from the church;
a riverbed lies near,
waiting for the rainy days;
a temple in the far east.
Evening . . .
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June 13, 2009 10:24 PM EDT --
the point of being born
( to Surreal Circus )
Decipher, the chronicles of her dense secrets,
layered and knotted, like the string of attachment
which . . .
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December 10, 2008 09:37 PM EST --
Traveler
"You've brought us luck."
But, alas a traveler can not linger.
"It's not proper to send off
amid drops of tear."
Whining of wind travels . . .
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December 15, 2008 10:03 PM EST --
Waiting for an appointment
A surprise pond at the backyard
of the building. Nobody can
think there is a green blue flow of
breath, cool.
I place my palms on the glass panes. . . .
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February 24, 2009 09:41 PM EST --
Ev idence
I live inside a dead watch,
still and fixed in a perpetual moment
when the small killing bullet
inserted through the glass, shattered it and stuck.
The lifeless . . .
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March 01, 2009 09:50 PM EST --
A dot of blood
(To women-IV)
A wooden door with a nasty nail
hiding at the darker side.
A little prick, a dot on her skin
a red tattoo, tiny one.
She puts the finger . . .
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March 04, 2009 09:34 PM EST --
Voices
(TO THE WOMEN- VI)
Is he again into some sort of mess?
With his cell phone put to sleep it can be.
Her deep fears swarm like hungry fleas.
She remembers . . .
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March 07, 2009 09:23 PM EST --
Field note of an alien
Calcutta suburb. 03.05.2009. 18:50
Invaded at 17:20 . The U.F.O. parked at Yuvabharati Stadium.
The alien stands still behind the bush . . .
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March 08, 2009 10:40 PM EDT --
selfish
In your hearth a slow fire is burning.
She sits there like a starving man
with a hollow face looking at it.
“Storm will soon subside,” you have remarked
and let . . .
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March 10, 2009 06:56 AM EDT --
H oli - T he c o l o r festival
We two collide, like two points of parallel line
meeting at the eternity.
We explode; blast; blow up; transform . . .
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September 30, 2009 07:38 AM EDT --
of on a call
Dreamed that you were dreaming about me;
asked you to meet me in the morning
beside the blooming grandiflora.
Wet pavements witness shaft of the sun; . . .
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June 30, 2009 10:09 PM EDT --
The hawker of pretenses
The hawker of pretenses, he is;
roaming through the city and its streets.
You can find Indian arts to
Chinese comb as per his claim.
(You must have heard . . .
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November 07, 2008 09:46 PM EST --
The flight of the phoenix
Part 8, streets of a new city
The crimson lights begin to flash,
the streets of a city with their
million lives are being . . .
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December 14, 2008 10:17 PM EST --
Fa ctory girl
A flower on the water. Floats.
She wilts to pick up what can be
the description of her eyes in
the half stirring hours of dawn.
The flower she gathers, . . .
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December 20, 2008 10:54 PM EST --
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For ever autumn at the park
Wind makes tunnel through the heap of leaves.
They blast, scatter; explode in the sky,
in slow motion fall on your hair,
stay . . .
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March 06, 2009 10:08 PM EST --
more from the attic
The drawing sheets are scattered, lying on the floor
talking their heads off in water colored words.
The crayons, the tubes are having a bad mood day,
his . . .
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