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Evening again
the purple clouds pulsate
imprisoning the sunset
in angelic tubes of light,
does it paste the pastoral scene
in a pastel soft portrait?
Dear, were you aware of such simplicity?
I wonder how anatomical complexities
sketch your seconds,
those textbooks dry as a bone
more use as a doorstep
or kindling.
the purple clouds pulsate
imprisoning the sunset
in angelic tubes of light,
does it paste the pastoral scene
in a pastel soft portrait?
Dear, were you aware of such simplicity?
I wonder how anatomical complexities
sketch your seconds,
those textbooks dry as a bone
more use as a doorstep
or kindling.
Modern Ailments I
Isn't it strange
that one use to recall information
like a library being,
searching,
running fingers across the spines,
descending down a catalogue of corridors,
but as we put a foursome of minds together
sifting through the cobwebs
that decorated the stairs
in silken solitude, all was silent
as peaceful death.
So after some thorough chin-scratching,
declaring defeat,
the knowledge shootout
quickly outdrew memory,
and instantly were struck dumb,
excuses leapt form tips of tongues.
Saturday, Too Early
The town stirs
person by person appears
faces you've never seen
perhaps never to be captured again,
cars multiply diversely
evolving shapes and sizes,
personal and private beeswax
none of yours
dotted loitering on corners
then pottering about with intent.
Mister Litter Picker, I admire your work
though from where I sit
spouting middle-class shit
attempting to poetify my world
when there is no clue
as you ask the great confused,
they turn, blank mask stapled on hastily
pronouncing three words
tickling like the wind
trying to tempt you off the ledge
and embrace curiosity's* pull [or *Gravity]
But the coffee house is
No Room For The Honest
Such life bustles in the station,
each individual a pinnacle of civilisation,
the voice from the heavens
desperately wants to be real,
crying out for attention,
cutting you a break with information
hoping someone will take heed
and hold onto their belongings.
When I sat next to that girl
of familiar resemblance,
I expected an incidental conversation
yet she never turned to look,
catch my eyes when I emerged from the book,
I wasn't pretending to read,
imagining the worst situation
harbouring offence,
so weave an explanation.
She got up and left,
and I wondered whether I should call
say: "Excuse my impolititude
but, dear, I
Chance Encounters
As I boarded the older train,
a thousand buzzing commuters surrounding,
a form was faded in the reflection
drawn by orbs
there was a momentary vice-like grip
that slipped when conscience tapped
averting my mind to a past time.
Return to the window
some uncatchable sense calls,
So I obey the magnet's pull
directly I avoid colouring the image
instead try longingly to mask a natural glance
with a poignant pose
(unsuccessful, I know)
everytime I look, there locks
something like refraction,
I notice for the first time
chatter has dropped a notch,
out of headphones faintly stuttering:
Bangladeshi dance pop.
With each hesitant se
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