I who grew up
gnawing on books,
as some kids
gnaw
on bubble gum,
who married disastrously
not once
but three times,
yet have a lovely daughter
I would not undo
for all the dope
in California.
Fear was my element,
fear my contagion.
I swam in it
till I became
immune.
The plane takes off
& I laugh aloud.
Call me courageous.
I am still alive.
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Just at your door.
In all other days of the years
You live
Where you had been,
But I am no more seen.
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Love prevailed timeless and uncontained
of the baby universe.
କାଲି ପରି ଆଜି
ଅବିର ବୋଳୁଚିଆକାଶର ସୀମନ୍ତ ରେ।ହେଲେ ତମେ ନାହଁଆଜି ମୋର ପାଖେ,ମୋ ନାମେ ସିନ୍ଦୁରପିନ୍ଧିବାକୁ ସରାଗରେ।।
There was a miracle
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When directors are many
The day of deathof a state comesfor, democracyfails to flourishbut degeneration starts.
War is a path
To create borders anytime, anywhere.
Moments melted,
Down the memory laneAll that was leftReflected your foot prints,Lips kissing yours moments agoInduced a zone ofNever ending pleasureGathering momentum.Sooner the silenceEngulfed around likeEver beforeMy eyes seemed to fill,Awakened with your call.I was back inside me.Loved to find that-You were thereOn every cell, every cornerUnderneath and above, every where.