journals

journal-I

Island I am. On me a single tree

has sprawled the shadowy canopy.

The roots of it seeks moisture deep within

and is thwarted by stones island carry

like stones are the inseparable part

of this land from the genesis.

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journal-II

“Take your own time, today I have come to spend…”

She turns quickly to conceal glee and blushes.

She can hear the child of her making an act

of some elaborate play with the man, stranger

no more. Or so she likes to think. Kitchen window

reflects a cloudless sky, a pot of house plant.

Her utensils are tinkling too much, in high notes.

A spot of white embraces her slim ring finger,

craves attention like her son, always demanding

loves worthy of two human beings, insecure.

She turns to see this new friend, playing…

Or acting?

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Journal-III

Where have you placed which poem, poet?

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Look her tears creating a cascade.

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Journal-Iv

I have broken so many dreams

to fulfill one,

now that the sleep is over

I don’t know who I am.

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journal-v

A clear talk with a clear mind

but a few words remain behind.

Forever.

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