Unwritten Poems

The real poets are always silent.
They can’t let their poems go.

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When You Are Gone

Hide.
The sunshine has died.
Let’s return to our dark lairs.

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Puthupally Images : Adhwani Arts & Sports Club – 1

Somehow, the iconic poster of Che Guevara presented to me then by my cousin, the face collage in red and black with a beret sporting a solitary star, instilled in me a sense of importance though I had no idea what it was based on.

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Museums of Dust

In love, we are just an old curator
of a disheveled, inner museum,
fighting sun-beams of dust, in the hope
that the King might arrive just once.

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Silver Face

A moon submerged in a puddle;
we, broken hearted,
pine for that silvery face –

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Traffic

Fall in love, get sloshed,
walk into street poles, heed no zebra-lines,
let traffic screech, blare your headphones,
become a spectacle.

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Boats

The storm won’t be coming any soon.

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