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- Poem: Erased
The old memory and its words find its ways in new wards. like a distant flight of birds tired upon discovering new shores and...
- Poetry: off pedestal
amidst all this worshiping / words crumble off the pedestal / and end like tsunami whipped bodies
- Poetry: Scenery Park, East London
a sky jumps up in nude a chant believes in streaking a sudden heckling stranger is oneself stranger is a night here blooms in untold eviction.
- I Am Not PerfectPerfectionism is a myth, a mirage, a non-attainable ideal.
- Sudden Trees - Poems of Gwalior
years after the trees grew wild and so did a blatant sky
- Poetry: Bottoms-up Girl
'She is a bottoms-up girl, and I drink in slow sips.'
- Mdantsane far offmemory is bestowed as unseen remains the fog
- buried sea, Poems of Gwalior
the old and buried remains the sea.
- Forest, Poems of Gwalior
dawn the fort banks off at another angle.
- Gwalior Ravines, Poems of Gwalioran angry sky stalks the night a river long lost to tales.
- Poetry: The Wrath of Water
silence cascades from under the minarets / the walking dead, doleful and diffident wander aimlessly
- Book Review: The Pritish Nandy Collection, Poetry Again
‘Again’, I believe would usher newer poetry art, poetry films, poetry music or just plain good old poetry.
- Babaonly baba’s outline sink in cohesion his voice far shadowed than before....
- Poessay: Upset Stomach: Discordance, Disconnect and Dichotomy
when the current died the stillness could be cut with stares (and forks)
- Sleepless - Poems of Gwalior
why straying is combat in an approaching desert storm and lives just happen during that time
- Hiranvan Kothi, Poems of Gwaliorloving you seems to have happened only yesterday
- When Everybody Had Left, Poems of Gwalior
your names etched in the first drop of a gwalior rain
- Old Fort, Poems of Gwalior
only you remain unknown.
- Poetry: To Paul OctopusAj kahti hoon Paul Octopus se, Apne tank mei se bolo, Aur bhavi Bharat ki Haalat ka raaz kholo.
- Poetry: Man and Mother
Upon a moonless April night, Ursa couple's clear sight, Facing mirror of social blight, Cut a figure lesser bright.
- Exiled, Poems of Gwalior
why does then your name wafts so deftly on a seascape horizon still.
- Eyestorms, Poems of Gwalioryou said stones only remember the violence of eye storms.
- Poetry: Knives at Dark, Poems of Gwalior
sleep eludes unspoken lust I cut my dreams often wide open
- Poetry: Old Gwalior, Poems of Gwalior
we lived shattering long drawn thoughts in strange dawns in old gwalior.
- Poem: TrappedThey remain in fear, Inside them, The voices trapped Of all what they can say
- Poem: The Suicide Note- Part 5
Travel they far to the places unknown, In quest for their dreams, in search for peace
- poetry: conundrum: prem nagar ki ik aur katha ii
after wrinkles / smiles fascinate
- Poetry: Rhyme and ReasonThe actions might have been impulsive The consequences however linger,
- Poem: The Impact
As the mind embraces itself In those old avenues of music,
- Poetry: July Afternoon - Poems of Gwalior
your hands held my thumb palms caught the language of rage a maratha rain
- poetry: hello, hello?violence is distasteful, and gory, peace is unfathomable
- poetry: tongue tied
there are times when neither nature nor nurture is helpful
- A-vivek of N-Arundhati
When Narundhati treks through the jungles as a guest of Maoists, her biases ignore the blisters on her city feet.
- Poetry: Naivetylike me do you also marvel
- Poetry: Beaten But Not Bruised, For Black Stars in 2010
I am here to say what score-lines, statistics will not show, not say
- poetry: tropic of yes
the waste lands of wiggles / where yesses collides with nos
- Poem: The Hungry FaceAs she rests her soul against the pole The blistered feet and in tattered clothes
- Poetry: Head and Heart
from her, herd, hard, heart to her
- parvana chand
ish'q bhee tu, aashiq bhee tu / pyar bhee tu, pari bhee tu
- Poetry: East LondonEast London - A Poem
- Poetry: Rain
Silk Screen Print and Poem from A Slow Train to Gwalior
- Poem: Echoes of Existence
There lives an echo on the streets Where she once travelled and breathed
- Haiti, Poems and DrawingsHaiti - Poems and Drawings
- Haiti
Poems and Drawings on Haiti
- Poetry: The Messenger of Smiles
One day while walking On the golden sands of a beach, I met a frail old man Whose head was shaped like a peach.
- Poetry: The Rainbows Last Eveningi remembered you at hauz khas behind the ruins when you had touched....
- Mdantsane Black, Poems of Mdantsane
black are we grown from unseen embers
- Mdantsane Laughter - Poems of Mdantsane
a girl laughs out aloud clutching a tree back in rural mdantsane.
- Poetry: playing with inkink, kink, hink and think
- Poessay: Five Letter B Words Part II
Words express, emote, soothe, guide, communicate.
- Poem: Million Characters Inside
From distant corners of the world, they ask What shall we get you, what is it you want
- Poem: Weary of MyselfAm weary of your politics, You offer nothing But only promise
- Poem- Remembering Iqbal - Storm from the East
This man Iqbal, the old Sufi from mystifying corners of Kashmir
- Poem- Routines of Conscience
Carries this man with himself different books In moments of reflection and ponder
- When the Sun Broke in Mdantsane, Poems of Mdantsanewe all went out collecting pieces patients held out their palms
- Poetry: Didn't I Tell You?
when a colored moon suddenly opens a sky to just another sea.
- Poem: : What Lies in Yesterday?
What lies in yesterday? Only the dust and its fumes Ignore and move on To paths new and not trodden What lies...
- poetry: eyjafjallajoekullcremating the animus and the anima
- Gary lives in Mdantsane, Tales of Mdantsane
gary laughed out aloud there is a white man in his cage
- Poem: The Child's Mutiny
I have no crimes, Against my name, Only poverty and hunger
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