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Collage


1

A citrus slice of noon
Glamouring my hair,
Gold-orange, blue…
…green-gold
…white…silver-orange

The light spilling from
the corner of t’ eyes
Fluorescent lips;
Sing of the sun trapped inside.

..2...
Creaking chairs, screeching
the monotony of 11.05 am
Coughs, laughter, petal-whispers
A garland for an orange marriage:
Restlessly, behind… schedule.

..3...
A beep, a screech, a scratch, a thump,
Fingers drumming on the flat green
A reverie rudely ruptured.
Dreams bleed..:..
White-red-black; gold
---
Ivory straws, demolish thirst
Up and down your throat.
---
Heels conflicting
the dozing afternoon concrete
---
Zephyrs en-route my gaudy crowns
nurses a soft squall as an aftertaste
---
Horizon sleeping betwixt our eyelids

A crescent sliver of sparkle
Seizes the fleeting inch between the
Gasp and the fallen leaves
Rustling up a storm
On a neglected afternoon.

Laughter gleaming on the boughs
Shake off the dewy residues…
Of a burgundy night.

Velvet morning stars
Tug at your khakis
Come home
To the reflection
Your mirror
Is alone these days.

..4...

Hands brushing each other
Consciously
Unconsciously
Deliberate, decided.
---
Creaming the sun on thy shoulders
---
The clouds get trampled; almost
Where’s my umbrella?
The autumns almost drowning me
It mustn’t drench-reach me
Till I open my umbrella.

…5…
A swipe of midday magic
And it appears out of nowhere.
Public palanquin
I reach aboard
Being the Moses in the thick peopled mist
Parting it into a new exodus
Though the Nile is orange
Today.

Monotony pinches my cheeks
The sun though corrects it
Heals it…
the window seat is elixir enough,
though sometimes life indulges splendidly
For “5” bucks downtown

…6…
Streets are inviting
But they don’t lead home
They don lead anywhere I roost
A flute smirks somewhere
An excavator breathes,
Into it

I taste it
It’s orange
---
It tingles where it blows
It tingles.
It grows.
---
An arc appears
Above an eclipse
---
And the orange
Now waltzes the gold
The blue, the green
The red island
Beats in pyramided drifts
---
A land has been discovered
Today.
 

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02 March 2010

Collage


1

A citrus slice of noon
Glamouring my hair,
Gold-orange, blue…
…green-gold
…white…silver-orange

The light spilling from
the corner of t’ eyes
Fluorescent lips;
Sing of the sun trapped inside.

..2...
Creaking chairs, screeching
the monotony of 11.05 am
Coughs, laughter, petal-whispers
A garland for an orange marriage:
Restlessly, behind… schedule.

..3...
A beep, a screech, a scratch, a thump,
Fingers drumming on the flat green
A reverie rudely ruptured.
Dreams bleed..:..
White-red-black; gold
---
Ivory straws, demolish thirst
Up and down your throat.
---
Heels conflicting
the dozing afternoon concrete
---
Zephyrs en-route my gaudy crowns
nurses a soft squall as an aftertaste
---
Horizon sleeping betwixt our eyelids

A crescent sliver of sparkle
Seizes the fleeting inch between the
Gasp and the fallen leaves
Rustling up a storm
On a neglected afternoon.

Laughter gleaming on the boughs
Shake off the dewy residues…
Of a burgundy night.

Velvet morning stars
Tug at your khakis
Come home
To the reflection
Your mirror
Is alone these days.

..4...

Hands brushing each other
Consciously
Unconsciously
Deliberate, decided.
---
Creaming the sun on thy shoulders
---
The clouds get trampled; almost
Where’s my umbrella?
The autumns almost drowning me
It mustn’t drench-reach me
Till I open my umbrella.

…5…
A swipe of midday magic
And it appears out of nowhere.
Public palanquin
I reach aboard
Being the Moses in the thick peopled mist
Parting it into a new exodus
Though the Nile is orange
Today.

Monotony pinches my cheeks
The sun though corrects it
Heals it…
the window seat is elixir enough,
though sometimes life indulges splendidly
For “5” bucks downtown

…6…
Streets are inviting
But they don’t lead home
They don lead anywhere I roost
A flute smirks somewhere
An excavator breathes,
Into it

I taste it
It’s orange
---
It tingles where it blows
It tingles.
It grows.
---
An arc appears
Above an eclipse
---
And the orange
Now waltzes the gold
The blue, the green
The red island
Beats in pyramided drifts
---
A land has been discovered
Today.
 

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