Fog & Circles

Fog is the old man
who longs
to linger in solitude

It hurts bad when its asked
to move away from the village
like how it hurts when
the nipples of circles
are mutilated everyday
by the tip of the compass
of students
in their pursuit for perfection

Circles don't like geometry
Fog does not like city

But now
that the fog is here
We have the privacy
to pee anywhere

A car seems nice


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Gravity is a cute force

Like the tidal wave
righteously drunk
as per the lunar calendar
wayward, obnoxious
I reconnaissance
the pride of your terrain-
abrupt and unapologetic
Your armpit like unripe

half cut papaya from inside-
soft and detailed.
The vapour of grass
from your alluvial earth
is benign everywhere
I clinch my feudal rights
to your physical existence
Succumbed to the magnet
of your navel, I hurl south
That sullen, trodden denial
before you adjust me
in your python thighs and
the adjacent nest
Gravity is a cute force-
we deny its plausibility
But this animal like vigour
dissipating through me
screeching for you-
I will give it
only a five out of ten

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Hyperbolas Are Two Parabolas in Denial

The cavalier of men
worn down
by the size of pain
are too many

Outside the window
the rain is wet
Inside its not
because we are having coffee

Watch the plants nod
to the queries of wind
They are tourists
speaking just one language

Death of plights
is a good reason to feel happy

Whiplashes of first love
don't mind time.

It proceeds.

We follow
in the hope of

death of plights


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A Liquid In Brown

Spears command
attention-
Ask the tribals

Earth holds one
right through the middle,
tilted,
that's how we know
days from the nights

Pretty girls are shy
Prettier ones fuss a lot
Prettiest are way too
perplexed

We need the group photo
to decide which one to kiss

Recursive function
is a lonely schizophrenic

Need to terminate this fractal
called Romance


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Blue, Green & Chrome Yellow

The maddening crowd
quiets our laments
and we sink into
a consoling chaos.

The sunflowers
are all look-alike sisters
Without their father around
they are teased by bees
who tickle them in mouth.

The sun is too hot.
The moon serves the earth
like a concubine
with philosophical scars.
Earth carries his mirror
in her pocket.
But oceans don't like to dance
to the tune of this celestial whore
every calendar month

No, I don't have the audacity
to reaffirm the lost cause again

There are hits and misses

Bull's eyes are below
its fucking horns always



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Paper Planes

Do not let your musings
be whirled away by wind
like farts of babies-unnoticed
It needs shade
It needs pen

Go wherever you must
take your life along
It need not stay
where you belonged
always

Like a toddler
it needs
to look around

Like a lost boar
getting familiar with a city
it needs to
tumble things down
first

Let it laugh when you're the joke
Let it smile when the story is over

Vigilance is prudent
Dogs will take care


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