Picture of sun setting at Gandipet. Taken from the top of CDFD Students' hostel. Well that was an age ago when the campus was still in Gandipet
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Dilemma
I hesitated, for I was not sure of our return, together, from this journey across your skin. Our lively whispers, which had once blossomed nights of sibilant brooks, were spent, sprouting abattoirs where words bled memories dry. The streets, which had pursued us till they got entangled with the creases of our palms, the facades, which had spied upon us as we kissed under the neon lights, seemed hallucinations of the fornicated flesh. Sleep, which had once slurred the distance between our dreams and had plaited our limbs, lies undone. Now on this trip time had traveled on and had left me with a zipper, that was stuck midway of a long thread of breath. I let go, for I knew I had become a fossilized memory of your flesh.
Identity
What have I added to the litter of this city. A scrap paper of an identity or many such scraps, stained with the blood of mutilated self. Red mingling with black. Red smudging out the black of the, words, -straining to describe myself- were in an inchoate form, when that stab of desire slicing through the throbbing dullness spilled the lifeless blood, giving life, to the lifeless blood. Lifeless dreams trickled through the stupor of the sleepless night -a night alive because of living desires and a night dying because of dying dreams- into that culvert and past that dumpster, where,you will find a cache of my dreams and the remnants of my being.
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had lost its shoe
to probe her wetness.
Fingers hadn't
tousled her,
grabbed her
and then
let her run free.
Long had it been
since she
drifted into eyes
and had become
an irritant,
like a dream."
very unassuming.. love these surprises from my locality.