Water on water: the things that matter. Impossible to describe the deep empty longing, in the voice of dogs. My childhood was elsewhere. The light shone, a thread through the eye of a needle I had to fit into. Calcutta is a big city, the grandest in our region. But the wind still howls, specially…
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Moving on
I want to climb on top of that flag-pole And fling myself on the ground below My body spattering among parked cars, my blood mixing in the rain drenched street. Sometimes that is all I want, to embrace the end, to accept that this IS the end, although it is nothing like I craved or…
Erasing Bodies (in a crisis)
After the dead have been put away, Their bodies lie as shells on a beach, The limbs that danced with life Shut down forever, waiting to be picked up, Cremated, donated, buried or thrown For vultures to feast. I call Upon the bodies I own, my past loves My mistakes, even that drunken phone In…
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