insomnia
dreams trouble
no more.
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“stay” he said. stayed i
all our life composed a song
never sang.
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daydreaming
two eyes, one night
many dreams.
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at a read meet
draught of caffe latte, sip of poetry
sound of digestion.
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abc abc
one two three one two three
no time for a change.
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a chance look, half inch smile
dowry bargained
knots tied.
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grenades bombs missiles
pieces of flesh; camera zooms
another story.
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a thesis
rewritten words; a blank
left empty.
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gush of emotions
choked throat; a gulp of water
digested cascade.
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a glass of water
choked throat brim eyes heaving chest
revolution ends.
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© Copyright by tina rathore
One Comment
Loved the first two! The second one, especially, hits me really hard.
Reply : Thanks Ritwik. to be true..i wasn’t very sure of these . your comment made a difference. these pieces were an attempt at haiku but i dare not call them so. everytime i try a new form i am reminded of a remark i once read. A contemporary of Alexander Pope (can’t recall his name..) commented on his translation of Homer “a fine piece of poetry Mr. Pope but lets not call it Homer”.