Work-Life Balance

Catching the dusty sun beyond my home; Across a line of borrowed water Dying, still, between two slabs of concrete; Grey half-circles under its eyes, In a hurry to leave, The day’s pending jobs hiding in twilight To reappear at daybreak When a dusty sun rises.

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Trigger Warning. (Sort of)

Hot chocolate, sunshine, books 3 days, trees, wood, a soft bed, a nook by the window, no network, food that nourishes a healed body, a healed mind, a healed soul. Cheese, music, wine, cool breeze, firelight, a long night, eyes not swollen by sleep. eyes not clouded by fear. eyes not glazed by memory. persistent,…

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Skin

There is a lot hidden, under your skin. Memories travel unbidden, under your skin. What countries lie unmapped, unexplored, in wait, Their languages in riddles, under your skin. Their dried up oceans have now become heaps of sand, Perhaps there are pearls hidden, under your skin. Those sights and sounds and smells you remember so!…

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Nightmare I

The ocean takes away pieces of my soul, I cannot leave, I am the shore. I wake from nightmares of blinding lights to your clear voice, whispering, “Hush! Come here, Hush! Its okay, come”, and you hang up I pry my eyes open I want to see your face, you’re here before I fall into…

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Surkh

Have you been bold enough to write in red? In life, Red may have told you of its grandiose of love and passionit’s twin mistresses.Do you remember a life before that? When red only glared at mistakes? I chose to write our lives in red.I’ll let you decide if this will be one glaring error Or another, that…

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Nom

How easy it is to write your name;How easy to make your language my own;How easily the curves come to my hands,When I trace the words on your bodyAs if your skin was paperAnd I was writing a letter to… What is my name?Do you remember?I must’ve given it to you to keep safe –That…

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To an Ocean

I picked a few empty shellsalong your shore.Empty homes of your childrennow long gone;Echoing you, the breeze, andtheir conversations with the sand.I wear them around my neck,at a home away from you;Little kisses, a sunset, and loverest on my bones.

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From a lost letter

कड़वाहट की मीठी ख़ुशबू मोहब्बत के अफ़साने कुछ धीरे से गर्माते दिन में मिल जाएँ अनजाने कुछ ये ख़याल मिरे तुम लेते जाओ आधे हैं पैमाने कुछ शाम हुए जल उठते हैं जब आते जुगनू और परवाने कुछ अधूरी बातें, ख़्वाब मुकम्मल धुँधले कुछ, पहचाने कुछ बातें करते सन्नाटों में रिश्तों के ताने-बाने कुछ कुछ…

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