Tag: muse
group name: happyhiplucky
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April 23, 2008 02:47 PM EDT --
A night ride
A sweet breeze touches the face, plays with locks,
The car moves with the light and shadow of night.
The torn blanket drawn over by side street
The breeze becomes . . .
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May 02, 2008 08:56 AM EDT --
Sleep
The blissful sleep. The leaves of trees in silent fall.
A pair of eyes in profuse sweating. A fly's buzz.
All that dirt around us is not profaning him.
Watch with thirst, . . .
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May 01, 2008 08:46 AM EDT --
Island
They say it is five hour's journey to land.
Five hours to see blue and green waves of salt.
Five hours for one blurred picture of seagulls,
Five hours to observe today . . .
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April 20, 2008 12:27 AM EDT --
Snippet - II
The inventions of do-gooders to hair, skin, teeth
Even age
Lie on the dressing table with double mirror.
She overlooks
The creeping shadow of time on the pane. . . .
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April 30, 2008 09:30 AM EDT --
Ha! Life!
The sound of an unstable ceiling fan
The window with a permanent landscape.
A buzzing noon in this cabin douses
The race of life and thirsty deaths it yields. . . .
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May 19, 2008 02:31 AM EDT --
The abused (the dust and the future)
The upturned walls of his mind throbs.
Each flash cuts and pastes scene from past.
Small palms grasp bed sheet, new and crisp.
Eyes water too . . .
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May 26, 2008 12:54 PM EDT --
Words of a sea
Words of a sea spoken in close whispers
It is an avid proponent of sky.
I wish I could lift my face to sky, blue.
Instead I decide to watch the death-pain
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February 08, 2008 12:10 PM EST --
My friend came by the other day.
As a leaf in the wind he has blown
From street to street
Town to town.
A wanderer he . . .
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April 28, 2008 11:31 AM EDT --
= a path through these days =
The curse of a dead bird on the footstep.
Stop to stoop over the dead-life.
Horizon full of death is exploding,
See the gust of unfaith it blasts. . . .
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May 05, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Those waiting eyes
The wait of rain has been soaked in meadows.
The warmth of a fragile hand is still on
The support of the porch. A pair of eyes,
Tired and looking beyond, now is not . . .
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May 07, 2008 07:36 AM EDT --
Name game (to friend, Alison)
It was not his name really.
He may have any other.
Yet his presence, eloquent,
Delightful and ever green
Shimmers like an imp in space.
It . . .
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May 21, 2008 08:34 AM EDT --
I like it blended
The sweat and the market.
Life on the village is stirring.
The beggar and the thief
Half heartedly handing over
Their loots to the leader.
The vendor . . .
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May 28, 2008 02:18 AM EDT --
X-marked spot
The yellow tape, taut and rigid, cordons the place.
Hush has a sound of it and is colored in gray.
Crows and curious men flocking to peep in,
Face the dark smell . . .
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May 29, 2008 08:28 AM EDT --
Stalker
A hand reaches me everywhere.
However more elusive, I become.
The shadow . . .
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May 10, 2008 09:54 AM EDT --
wasted promises
The wasted promises are conserving,
One day an explosion will rip apart.
The tree, under which thousands of human
Wait and return to empty dream's graveyard, . . .
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May 09, 2008 10:57 AM EDT --
Both the worlds
The reddish brown terrain of cinnamon
Is it the country you come from?
Evening drops down from this side of earth.
There is always silence to match.
The green . . .
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May 18, 2008 01:28 AM EDT --
House...1
Four walls lift it on their shoulder.
Sounds of rain dropping on it was the music
My childhood likes most.
A kite is dangling from its corner.
Roof looks at its brilliant . . .
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June 11, 2008 05:53 PM EDT --
Yesterday
The streets were wider
Now so narrow.
I would go
To the place of mystery
Is gone.
Truths revealed.
The wide-eyed wonder
Of a child dissolved
Into the eyes
Of that . . .
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November 20, 2007 05:05 PM EST --
The last few dying leaves of Autumn
Desperately clutching their sterile life-line
Like a hopeful body preserved cryogenically
Refusing to give in to the inevitable
Season of death.
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May 11, 2008 04:09 AM EDT --
1 Saturday road
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Busy to get back.
Ask them" whereto?"
They will only look at their feet.
2 A Sunday road
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