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[591] The Most Valuable Thing in Love
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We entered the tunnel, and our shadow selves were revealed, the only light a small glint living in each other’s eyes. Was it always there, or did the dark make a place for it? We did not blink, and somewhere in us, the part that had only known to find the dark in the other…
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[590] How to Live Without a Phone
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Stop reading this.Are you still reading?Then you are clearly in needof some assistance,which I will now providewith great reluctance and small hope.Begin by hiding your phonein the middle of the booksyou bought but never intend to read,those impressive hardcoversthat suggests a person you might have beenin some other life.Or treat it like a jenga blockburied…
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[589] The Art of Poetry
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The language of poetryis the language of the invisible words arranged in such a waythat they become, briefly,a stanza capable of carryingwhat no ordinary sentence could It is alchemy of a particular kindnot gold from leadbut life from what we ignoredin the waking hours,the unsaid that gathersin the corners of a mindthe way dust gathersin…
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[587] Transit Thoughts
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Today I permitted myself the luxury of not suffering,which is rarer than it soundsand harder to sustain than any ambitionI was in transit, which is where I do my best thinking,watching people hold their phonesthe way one holds a small animalthat might escape if not carefully attended toI changed the song from Bittersweet Symphonyto Lose…
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[586] The City of Karma
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(city of dreams)It’s strange to livein a city whereall dreams become possibleit’s strange to breathean air thick with wantingwhere even failuresmells like another success (maximum city)It’s strange to livein a city that neverfinishes itselfmore arriving than leavingmore building than builtmaximum in everythingeven in its exhaustioneven in its hungerthat mistakes itself for hope (bombay)It’s strange to…
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[584] What The Leaves Protect
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A Hundred Million Years before There was no Love, no Name Until a Plant released its Pollen And the First Flower came Love was not found. Love was invented By something that could not speak A wordless want between two Beings A Wind, a Bloom, a SceneWhenever I behold her faceThe Bougainvillaea stirs in my…
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[583] The Twin Cities And Their Doom
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It rained hard in the night, the skies torn wide,I woke to my bed adrift by the moon’s tide,The whole city submerged, swallowed entire,by ocean below and heaven’s blue fire,As above, so below, the ancient refrain,Mumbai returned to the sea from where it cameOnce Dwarka stood golden beneath Krishna’s eye,its seven-tiered towers reaching the sky,The…
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[582] Seeing The Unseen
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I look at a peacock fly by the window, and I waitHis senior tells him to push harderHe pauses long before he repliessmiles before he sees meenters the room so warmlyHe is negotiating with meThe number between uslike a questionneither of us wants to answer firstThen he pausesnot from weaknessbut from somewhereThe corporate boss cannot…
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[581] The Blank Page Mocks
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The blank page rises from the eastIt watches the writer still asleepIt’s white light unable to penetrate the black light in the writer’s eyesThe writer wakes to its white silence Reaches for what the night forgot to keep The page offers nothing, asks for everything A mirror that reflects only those with courageAnd there it…
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[580] Samsara – Birth, Living and The Return
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Living begins with a cry we did not chooseOn being separated from what we do not knowVital energy dims with every breath Energy that returns, briefly, in the mother’s armsLife happens in between, as it always doesOblivion caresses the man who mistakes it for peaceVanquished by the everyday, he calls it livingEpiphanies of divine love,…
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[579] The Spectacle of Digital Society
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The pleasures of the software,the digestion of the algorithm society becomes its vomit,produced and consumedin the same scrolling motionThe rumours reached the plays,the plays projected onto the screen,the screen arriving in every home,then shrinking to the size of a palm We held the whole worldand called it convenienceThe mind in the machinetill the machine is…
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[577] The Portrait on The Wall
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My grandfather lives in a frame in the living room He has been there since the year my father stopped being nineteenThe year he inherited his father’s job, his family, his silencetoo large to wear comfortablyand no one to ask how, and no choice to say noBut will he inherit his smile?My grandfather’s portrait never…
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[576] Every Poet’s Memory
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I love you age after ageMy gift life after lifeI hear an ancient tale of youalongside your feetUniversal memories of every poet Original poem by Rabindranath Tagore – Unending Love NaPoWriMo Day 11 – And now for today’s (optional) prompt! Erasure poetry — also known as blackout poetry — is written by taking an existing…
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[575] Did You Find This Poem?
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Flashes of insight, veiled back into the nightSleep reaches for mebefore the muse hands me words,and I watch the day’s magic evaporatefrom words back into the sourceWill they come in my dream?Only if I can rememberWill they come in the morning?Only if I can assembleWill they come at all?Only if I stop lookingThe empty page…
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[574] Astrologers of Our Doom
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I wonder if my last words would include your name,the two syllables worn in the years of sayingOr if you would find mine in the footnotesof some history you are still composingAre we the astrologers of our doom,reading in each other’s voicethe slow approach of the end we have named,anticipating future hurt, dreaming future scenarios?I…