I can't write anything
other than you. there is none
but you.

The alive. The immortal.
The beginning. The end.

I freeze. I melt.
I burn. I die.

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Jaana,
boats were in fumes
I offered a funeral
to hopes and desires.

Is there some other place to be ?

I will reach you, bare feet
Be there, when Dal shrinks in pain.
We have slept
to the gushing rivers of blood.

Be there, when flames die. Be there, in ruins.

I will come to you
when smoke will cradle
the last rites of love.

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I am not dead yet
my bones rattle at night
that when I look above
the stars call it a night. Twinkling
somewhere else. Someone whispering
'Good night' in the ear.

There is another page, I need to read.
where I need to be. In my mind.
But how long, will the earth rotate
The doom's day is the resting place.
Oh! Does it wait for it to be. Prays
every hour, every nano second: today
be the last step.

There's where I travel to. So I say 'Hi'
for a 'Hello'. My tongue
doesn't wait for me to process.
I want to talk to time, before I reply.
You don't think about my next statement
I'll flow with your words. You feel in command
but...
My pulse races at a different place. To a different music.
To a different language.

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Eventually,
we learn the words of our parents.

We learn their why's and why not's.
but is it too late ?

When the groom took me to our nest,
I left,
half my heart here. At home.

Why is it hard
to whisper I love you so often?

to express and love. Simply love.

Eventually,
When we build a home
a part cherishes it's first home.

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In this odd time
there is nothing left to create
for us. They burn it all.

So let's stay where we are,
for our bodies are the monasteries of silence.

And there is so much to revive.
The old song. The last poem.
The last I. The present you.

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In war, there are no promises for tomorrow.

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Can we, for a moment
be lost.
There is no moment then,
but space, where we
Unite and live
for there is no death to One.

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How beautiful it will be
to have home
to rest
among those high tides
and little sand particles
in our packets
breathing and escaping along

How beautiful it will be
to name a soul - Home
no walls to cage this love
with no address to find
Nothing to reach and define.

Our letters turn to music
of our own
in that night where we sing
among the tides, sailing home.

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A garden of lillies
smiling at us

But
your veil didn't drop
and
the smile Stopped.

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Tell the world
I have found love
in the last letter
where his pencil broke
leaving a lifetime for me
to build together.

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