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Wednesday 30 April 2014

Enforced Disappearance*

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*This is the only trace of a poem that could’ve been…
Had they not…………….

Monday 28 April 2014

Un/related

Now that
You and me
Have grieved on a similar suffering
Have both traded blood into our eyes
Have risen from the same debris of distress
Bear now
The identical wounds of time
That can’t be healed by any messiah.

Come My Love
Let us
At least try to narrate it all differently
And discover some unique synonyms for pain.

Saturday 26 April 2014

Bookmark

The person who was more
Than the old pages of a book to me
More than an intimate feeling
More than a poem above Love to me
More than unknown words
More than a latest updated dictionary to me
That particular person
Left me 
Like a Bookmark
In her not-so-favourite novel.

Thursday 24 April 2014

Censoring the Muse

It is after
incessant Censoring, Self-censoring
Editing, Suppression, Bowdlerization
Control, Cutting, Restraint etc.
That a poem is reduced to this.

(Otherwise
Believe me
You come to me as an Epic
In One Thousand and One forms. 
Intricate than the tales of Scheherazade)

Wednesday 23 April 2014

Freedom



Once
We were caught
On the barbed land of our lips
With expired visas of Sight
Smuggling illegal breaths of Love
Into our bordered bodies.

We could’ve escaped.