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  • The Comet

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    Yes! I do weave words
    but not illusion
    I can be sinister --
    but won’t spew venom!

     

    That is why I
    adore you
    and do not patrol around --
    your bodily manifestations.

     

    In a longer timeframe
    you’ll realize all these things
    by then, I’ll have intermixed --
    midst a comet of the universe.

     

    Wandering about the center of the space
    crossing numerous galaxies on the way
    free from bondage, in a zero gravity --
    reminiscing you, in all moments.

     

    This is where totality lies
    proximity ain’t everything
    love doesn’t have a crown of defeat --
    lovers never undergo tragedy.

     

    Yes! I do drink words
    but not chronology
    I can be a cipher --
    but won’t be crushed with rage!


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    a bpbpersonals #aspiration series 2014!

  • Anum

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    Here comes the rain
    making your love flow through wipers
    wanting you to believe nothing's yet over
    we can heal those wounds
    we can peel those schisms
    you could be devoid of tears
    I could have a scanty of jitters!

     

    And when you smile
    keeping your lips in the harbor
    I feel like
    there's not such a safer place than this
    and clouds will wait to see your eyes
    with the first light of the dawn
    our words will beget letters
    somewhere in the phonemes of time.

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    a bpbpersonals #aspiration series 2014.

  • Club 27

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    Coke in the winding lanes
    sure get a bout of it
    prickly mates all over the trash --
    bring your holy shout at it.

     

    Get over me, dear hallelujah
    this ain’t a song for you
    reach the tub and rest your qualms --
    right’s never a wrong for you!

     

    Go to far-flung mountains and seas
    that’s where you were meant to be
    Bring all young and old in your rehab --
    and serve them the snowy tree.

     

    Lean over me, dear hallelujah
    this ain’t a club for you
    meet the snub and send your alms --
    night’s never a thong for you!

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    a bpbpersonals Kreations series 2013.

  • Point Blank

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    Be the shadow of the times we had
    be the meadow where our eyes meet
    be graceful, be the savior
    show me the untrodden lands
    where we can dance to infinity
    and remain absolved till eternity
    all fists will turn into feasts
    all trysts will become treats
    and the hapless treatises can burn
    with their ashes grounded in the hangars
    and our leftovers deprecated in the blank --
    in the immensity of disordered planks!

     

    Be the syllables of the rhymes we had
    be the parables where our crimes fleet
    be grateful, be the purveyor
    show me the sodden epigrams
    where we can trance to trinity
    and remain surcharged till litany
    all mists will become myths
    all rifts will become drifts
    and the tactless cleavages can churn
    with their mashes bounded in the mangers
    and our mellowness desecrating in the blank --
    in the propensity of disembroiled planks!

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    a bpbpersonals Kreations series 2013.

  • Glaciers of Paradise

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    What those birds croon
    hopping along the lakes of Himalayas,
    is it me getting the thrust of it --
    or the choir learning ‘cadge’?

     

    Whereby rest these rocks
    making snow sit in their laps,
    there traverses the musky mate --
    post its unwitting naps.

     

    And in the base camps
    you can see this flock at wee,
    adjudging plans to meet your fury --
    taking strides to scale thee!

     

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    a bpbpersonals Kreations series 2013!

  • Diatomites of Dadeldhura

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    Along the basilic corridors of this place
    you can see waters rushing through
    sometimes with an awe
    sometimes out of will
    what you’ll see throughout
    is the diatomic mound
    through lakes and their crevices
    and it takes no time
    to decipher the bloom
    the reason of their boom;
    the way they rest in the littoral hearth
    reminds one of the vastness
    where chandeliers from the Baanjh trees
    bring torque-fruit that are picked up by children
    to rotate their joy in the soil
    and in the Kinmadyas with their prickly leaves
    is a nourishment of astonishment;
    who knows how long it has been
    for the local pears and pomes being a relish
    and in the soyas is the potency to bake
    bringing softened olfaction to the core!

    Berries with their nativity in the woods
    share stony tales of their own
    of how they bear a layer of sweetness
    intemperately within;
    and in the dance of rhododendrons
    lairs and caves fluster
    they know they got to have a regime
    either minimal or umpteen
    wherefrom the farms are reigned
    curried on and above the stretches
    and the desolate memories veined!

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    a bpbpersonals2013 Kreations!

  • Mining in the Rain

     

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    In smaller vaults of mines
    there are elements that you've chosen
    to keep with you --
    as antique possessions
    staggering in every stride
    burning what was once called ‘pride' --
    nothing to seek, nothing to hide.


    Caves come with new flusters
    where you reckon your loss, your gain
    your anomalies, your pain --
    and with plaudits from the clouds above
    world sees an act of rove
    an approval from the heaven and hell --
    wrapped in one unsung wail.


    You see you are running
    and crawling through the wall
    with unanswered gape at the squalls --
    and crows resting by the mercy of wires
    sieving truth seekers from liars
    and that is when the world will sing its song --
    during cold days, beside a fagon!

     

     

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    a bpbpersonals2013 Kreations!

  • The Desert Saga

     

    The Desert Saga

     

    In a car meddling with the desert
    I see a bride through white curtains
    She's pretty, she ought to be--
    She livens me, without aversion.


    I've seen her drive through this landscape
    steering cacti and dunes with her wits
    With flakes of sand speeding in the South--
    she offered me a bowl of grits.


    She sings me Presley and the Beatles
    she talks of Dylan and Brown
    I evacuate my ears to absorb her--
    and to sense her glittering gown.


    And she tells me stories from unknown
    that go well with her voice
    Without a blink, I kiss her--
    and bring life to a poise.


    In a car meddling with the desert
    I see a bride through white curtains
    She's amorous, she ought to be--
    She brightens me, without perversion!

     

     


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    a bpbpersonals Kreations series 2013!

     

  • The Embodiment of Love

     

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    Can you grab my words
    through veils in your face?
    Can you make me believe--
    in love and its embrace?

    I know you are stronger
    yes you are
    I feel your rage--
    in being afar.

    Can you take me away
    to a place of dreams?
    Can you make me believe
    in world and its screams?

    I know you are pristine
    yes you are
    I feel your soul--
    in discrete bar.

    I have seen you for ages
    and you do remain the same
    can you sing me the lullaby--
    that would bring me the gem?

    I know you are divine
    yes you are
    I judge your presence--
    in our scar.

     

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    a bpbpersonals Kreations series 2013!

     

  • The Garden of Nettles

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    I feel nettles in my mind
    that are washed away in the dark
    and steep hills cling to my hands-
    leaving a stupendous mark.

    There are angels in this place
    that show me how merry they are
    and how love becomes a dividend-
    in this vivacious ‘world' of scar.

    Feelings intertwine like flowers
    that resemble a corsage of the souls
    and so undefiled they remain-
    to pursue their goals.

    With every stride, comes a recalling
    that doesn't want to fade
    and I observe the nettles-
    learning how ‘pain' is made.


    Show me the dreaded dungeon
    where hearts lie in slumber
    and I'll collect myself for the sight-
    counting their ultimate number.

    a bpbpersonals Kreations series 2013.


    P.S. Image by Balmukund Bhatta (11.11.2012)

     

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