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Death
I have kept death waiting.
It is walking briskly behind the doors.
Will it now turn the knob and step inside
Or will it sit down and wait till evening, only to meet
On the verandah or the stairs!
The Rain Showers
I watch you dance, standing at the verandah’s end
Yet I feel I am not there.
You have pinned me down with the sharp spearhead of monsoon
I am pouring too
I keep pouring in countless droplets…..
Blue Is There, Now Green Too
You already have a blue with you.
Now a green aspiration in your eyes.
When green is split into two, blue remains
With yellow accomplices a plenty
Differentiating hierarchy you had planted pins in...