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Senescent Language
Senescent language Of my forefathers Lingers in my adolescent memory I had vowed to forget my distant past Only then could I become a true citizen Of...
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Letting Go
Loathing to stand before a bonfire of lost memories, choking tears back as I stare into merging flames; so hard to let go, like watching an old...
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Bye - My dear friend
Bye - My dear friend P K Routray Since a year or so your physical presence in our meet was rare But we never felt the void, as from ailing bed you...
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The Friendship that never waned
The Friendship that never waned (With Jnana) P K Rotray Moments to minutes, hours to days, years to decades pass and memories haze but stands the mid...
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JANUARY- IANUA
Loving you is easy As you are the door – Ianua To spring Ice clouds are held in the furnace: Dirty grey pearls Your other name is of course Janus-...
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Palestine
Palestine: The land of Zaatar, Zaytoon and Lime Palestine: The land of progressive and loving people at her core. The British Empire promised the...
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Elbows
She's all elbows, this girl. And I try to see it. I try to see around corners, turn her inside out. I want to see this glowing underbelly, this...
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Looking Back
Looking Back -by Paul McCann Looking back at the horizon far away , I know it won't be long to a brand new day . I think about the storms out there...
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twentysixteen
In February I fell from grace and it rained scraps of aeroplane. The sky was a mess, Cumulus mediocrisis. In May I fell again, down the stairs of a...
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No, You Said
No, you said. Speak now. Every day. We can fix this. Can't get rid of me that easy. No rest for the wicked means no sleep. Seeds of doubt long buried...
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