Archive for ‘Archana’

July 20, 2013

Us.

by Author
i felt the rush as you leaned in
to kiss these parched lips that
had longed for your touch all
these years. your tongue exploded
inside my mouth and made me
hungry for more.
your kisses traced the neck line
of my dress and sent shivers
down my spine. you grabbed me

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May 30, 2013

On Prose.

by Author

Prose is what happens when poetry cannot.

When a surging wave of inexplicable words takes over you.
When you are ready to look yourself in the eye without revealing yourself to the seer.
When you wish to drown in your thoughts and accept them, for once.
When you open your heart out to the reader and yet not let him read you.
When you cannot contain the depth of your depths.

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May 10, 2013

Music.

by Author

She hears the sound coming

from the musicians.

fresh, crystalline.

Out of the music a voice

rose as pure as the water

of the mountain streams.

It felt like a beam of light pierced the night

and a fragrance she could breathe

and a part of her own soul.

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April 13, 2013

Flight: Nonet.

by Author

If we could fly away together, you and me,
and take our needed rest at a sailing
ship, & find fish to eat for dinner;
if we could share each other

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March 31, 2013

I am.

by Author

I am the algebra, the meaningless numbers you cannot define.
I am the pain at the loss of something you wanted badly.
I am the brain chemicals which make you panic and act stupid.
I am the serial killer, the stranger in the dark.

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March 11, 2013

Illusions: Haiku.

by Author

The worst feeling must be
when you choke on what you have
been trying to preserve: illusions.

March 7, 2013

Flight : Haiku.

by Author

The bird can fly free
on his wings, but without a nest
where will he return to?

January 13, 2013

I.

by Author

I don’t sin

I am the sin.

I don’t want love

I am love.

I don’t write poetry

I am poetry.

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January 7, 2013

Layer.

by Author

Layer by layer
i reveal my self
to you, to your
curious heart.

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December 1, 2012

Matter and Flesh.

by Author

I exist only at places
he touches me. The rest of me
is just matter and flesh.

November 18, 2012

Winter.

by Author

I tried to stitch myself into
it, but nothing held.
I am okay. It’s just that before
felt like a million rainbows,
superimposed over each other.
And i linger, as if still waiting
for them to magically reappear.

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October 12, 2012

Books.

by Author

I shall die before i read
even one percent of the
books written.The words
that come out
of your mouth and
all the times you quote
satiates me.

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October 6, 2012

Life: Haiku.

by Author

The moment you give up
chasing life, you’ll see the traces where
trees meet grass and intertwine.

September 23, 2012

They.

by Author

He loved her.
She was his drug: the
kind he’d daily snort
on and crave for more.

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September 18, 2012

Blues.

by Author

There has to be the blues because
some kinds of sadness are better than happiness.

Misery loves company.

September 14, 2012

Kills.

by Author

Words that diminish the
spirit by their force.
Or perhaps, his silence
does that better.

Dreams of acceptance
and love wither as reality
unveils itself. And you wake
up to darkness.

Jealousy, insecurity,
and silent death in those eyes. The
stranger’s eyes.

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September 11, 2012

Wish.

by Author

He types an e mail into
his blackberry. His suit
fitted to perfection.
The wind blows and he drives
away in his black car.

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September 4, 2012

Sixty.

by Author

Men who write poems at
60, have found a lover.
The wonder of their universe.

Women who write poems at
60, have found themselves.
The wonder of their universe.

August 31, 2012

Sorrow: Haiku.

by Author

You can contain only that

much joy in you, as much as

sorrow you’ve been living with.

August 26, 2012

Yes.

by Author

When i was still yours
all the words i whispered
have no meaning now,
they’ve withered and died
like us.

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August 19, 2012

Am I?

by Author

As my heart races under
goose bumped skin,
tell me if i’m too weak
to devour every
word that comes out
of your mouth.

Or say if i’m not.

August 13, 2012

Cried.

by Author

I cried when i left
you. Silent tears,
that hurt my insides.

I cried when i realised
you wouldn’t follow.
Howled, each night.

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August 7, 2012

YourSelf.

by Author

How much does it
take to being yourSelf?

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July 29, 2012

Sadness.

by Author

Sadness is just a little
crack in my life, that
i fall into every now and then.
Clumsy, sickening, unstable.
Unaware and tied to this
invisible rope that pulls me
deeper as i fall, each time
i fall. Misunderstood, as
if i was pushed into it.

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July 19, 2012

Untitled.

by Author

I am watching myself do
things i’ve never done.
Like travelling down cities
only to see you briefly.

I can hear myself say
words i will never say again.
Like begging you to stay
forever.

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July 11, 2012

Falling.

by Author

I sit and watch it growing in me.

Slowly and steadily.

 With every breath i take in.

 It expands.

So much that at times i

feel miniscule in front of it.

It is THAT overwhelming.

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July 5, 2012

Send Me.

by Author

Send me that moonless night you couldn’t get through

 And the poems you wrote for her when she loved you.

 Send me that song you sang for her, each time you met

And the image of those eyes you can’t forget.

 Send me those memories you’ve wrapped in green

And the times you told her to come back, in vain.

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July 1, 2012

Longing- Her Story.

by Author

She stands in the verandah
looking at the rain caressing
the ground. She can, but
only think of him.
She loved the rains best
when he was around and
she knew she’d just have to
ask. He’d come. Always.

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