For Borges
Silence is a Forest. Rootless words Perch on filtered sunlight, shadows dance with rhythm of swaying distance, dead wind caresses. You are welcome to trek inside, to bring unknown …
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CITY SCAPE, INSIDE A DEAD PICTURE, GOING AWAY
CITY SCAPE Across the broad streets the buildings Shape shadows and human whimpers Clutter the sideways. We nurture emotions Like unwanted money plants sprouting Patchy colours on corroded …
Read MoreAmarendra Khatua’s New Poems: Injury Time, For The Lost Country, Rehearsal
INJURY TIME these steps holding your attraction will falter in a rare shadowy evening. The broken stars will still be shimmering away in a moonless sky. some movement inside the …
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