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I see the stupid played out,
The news, social media and conversation,

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Humanity thrives

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Communication,

Martian Sunset

 

“Not again,” He saw the ignition begin behind her eyes. 

“God’s an amazing artist,” she said, gathering her righteous energies to spring into the “do you know Jesus? speech”. 

“I just said I’d seen a sunset as though it were for the first time. Don’t make this all about you.”

“But.. “

“No. Just don’t. I was trying to tell you something, and you were about to use my pain to evangelize. It’s selfish. It’s unworthy of you.”

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This Feeling of Loneliness

I wrote this poem in Hindi couple of days back.  This is a rarity for me.  Hindi is not my mother tongue and Hindi grammar,  specially keeping track of the change in gender of the subject / object / verb combination is difficult for me.  From time to time I did venture in writing a few.  I translated the poem to Axomiya ( Assamese – my mother tongue)   and to English .  Posting these below with English translation first followed by original Hindi poem and then Axomiya translation.
( In the Assamese translation, the translated word for Eerie ( or strange) is a compound word “Advut”.  Even with my best try, my PC ( Windows 10) will not allow this compound letter/ word to be written properly.  So I was forced to replace it with a synonym, Achahua.  

Eerie this feeling of loneliness
Lips have not kissed the bottle

Dionysiou Aeropagitou Street- Poetry by Sofia Kioroglou

Upon first glance, Dionysiou Aeropagitou street
looks like any other cobbled pedestrianized plot
Flanked on one side by antique looking houses
bustling with life and music wafting from a roving cellist

Some People

Some people
come into our lives
and we hardly know
they are there.

New Semester

The campus is alive again!
Once empty halls are bare no more
As students come from far and near—

Eyes and ears, m’dear

Hear the things,

they speak with their eyes

Words are a lair’s arsenal,

look just how lightly they step

around promises, and juggle emotions

Look within you for your truths,

see what injustice strikes you like a fist,

understand what you stand for.

The outside, of many things, is a facade

the innards, soul and belief belie this

Flesh and bone, masks and smiles

housing within a starlight light,

or void blackness

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Even in the depths
Of human atrocities

Fondue

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Ants clamber upon a

far flung crumb

they eat, they build,

nest and they mate

Begin again, and again

Some farm and nurture

The others, locust among

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I want to watch it burn,
Leave nothing but
Ghost town remnants
No sound from mankind

Jewel Box in Thornton Square

Jangles of glassware, in the hearth is a pod
of pale periwinkle, mauve, diamonds of cigarette ends
flare like sparks in the dimness.

And from here, outside, I see a man and woman laughing.
Clinking their smartphones like beer mugs,
crossing their hearts and hoping
not to die old.

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I sat on the shore
Watching it break and burn
Down,
Nations taking a step back,

People

I am believing.

People pass around.
There is some cup of blankness here.
Fingers and palms forecast everything.
Algorithms are sorting people out.
People are groaning into themselves.
People are sowing eyes shut.
People are stretching out like bubblegum refusing to break.

The Lamplight Hours

This is the lamplight: men in shredded jeans.
Men with holes in them, and the cool air.

Disciples of midnight blue
Take to the streets, and give motion
To the stillness, rolling shopping carts and hot
Ravings and slamming cars doors,
Full of bluster.

The Mermaid Bar

A basement of echoes; tough dogs, fat cats, unbelievers,
A cool cannonade of hot talk and whiskey secrets and
What tumbles in
Levitates out, disembodied of any past
Still hanging on by a thread.

Fraser’s House

 

Morning coffee ‘neath Art Deco
the world goes by outside
and I wonder what the towering glass
in Deansgate has to hide

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I love them,
But wish
Most of them would
Die
99% of the time,
The rest I’m sleeping
And don’t think
About people

Hindsight

to all the books i didn’t read
their spines unbent, their worlds uncharted,
to all the maps i never opened
to trawl through dusty cities and temple ruins

Here, There, Anywhere

 

It’s lonely on the other side of

somewhere,

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This place,
It’s a bit of a Looney bin,
But
You get used to
The insanity
After a while
,,,

compliments

I’m handed one occasionally
Like a tiny shard of moon
Stardust nestled in tissue
Or butterflies in a jam jar
My heart aches for them but

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We change
And evolve
Who we are
And who the world
Sees,
A fight to move past
The three year old
We used to be

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Sit and rage
Over daily stupidity,
No different from yesterday
Or the next,
Can I be
The 99th monkey,

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Is it time
To burn the house down,
We’re roommates
Who won’t get along,
Murder and rape,

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Lazy git,
Strutting about
Self important peacock
Leaving shit all about,
Your lack of action

Coffee

Let’s start with an average day

sunglasses, scarves, sweatshirts, scenery

books, and newsprint, magazines and thick look.

Well, kindles and IPADS, laptops – usually new

smartphones,

huge minis, air, and Androids