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 Nov 2014
Haydn Swan
She made me dance on broken glass
waiting for the coup de grâce
she ran away and kissed a toad,
whilst I got stuck on a yellow brick road
the lion and the tin man started to cry
the scarecrow supped on a bottle of rye
click my heels and reach for the moon
watch her choke on a silver spoon.
" I love you" : Active voice
" You love me" : Passive tongue
Whisper ..... ( ?..."...." ; ; !)
Private and Confidential
Both on oath
To wrestle and sweat
on the plank of blinking light
in the pirated privacy
to a gasping breath
in the light of darkness
till
one loses to the other
and win each other
simultaneously
Lest winning alone
is more shameful
than the game itself
Less light more delight!
The end of the game!!
Sky hits the eye
Black and blue
Day and night
Good books are my friends
Good friends are my books
She is attached to me
As much as I am
I am there
She is there
She does whatever I do
I love to see her
Like none else
I am face to face with her
As and when I wish
As often as I like
She is perfect me
In size and shape
In color and dress
I feel proud of her
My joy is her joy
My pain is her pain
She is frank and intimate
I give her cosmetic touch
To blush cheeks in crimson face
Every day to please myself
Her beauty is my duty
For she reflects my beauty
I love her body than anybody
She is me, the lass in mirror
Minuscule millions
Shot from little cannon
Passionate, Jostle,
One and only one,
The king in thirst
Champions the cause
And strikes the target

The queen in quest
Hosts, nestles primitive cell
That splits infinitely
To finite and figure out

Cells celebrate, proliferate,
Churn, collate, calibrate,
Format, animate anatomy
In fixed flexible capsule,
As nine full moons pass by

Consul flushed out of flesh
Soul lit the light  
At its zero exit
To the shrill cry of entity
The glow begins to grow.
A poem is a painful delivery
of a pleasant baby
A life without the love
is a vase without flowers
Trapped in traffic in the city of density,
Warmed up and wormed forth my way,
Thru’ wild and wayward wheelers.
Whose motion commissioned in commotion.

Each movement a moment of maze,
With lurking fear looming large,
As tri-colour signals flagged ever green,
To a crisscross invader at a jittery junction.

Rules rolled are trampled on unruly roads,
Capped up cops snapped and coped up in vain,
Tutored wheelers swerved and swarmed,
Rules defined, flouters fined but never refined.

Will and wit overtook wisdom to breach and reach,
As taunting time forced a daunting spree,
My feet on ABC pads in a cosy car chair,
Danced up and down hand in hand,
With a wavering steering wheel at hand,
And tow my way in brushing bruising wand.

All and sundry on a shaky rock and roll,
Risk from dawn to dusk on explosive toll,
Rains draining up on potholes end up in pitfalls,
No solution or salvation in sight for safety,
Oh city users, muscle up your mind,
For a tough tussle of travel ahead around.
On a deadly day
Air-locked lungs
Severed air-links
By tyranny of time

Yester beauty lost in pesters
In the travail travel of life
Deeds, deals are doomed
Solo soul slipped out sad
Of static veins, bones and blood
Body is now nobody to anybody

Unlocked fast food counter;
The paradise of parasites
The stray dogs’ dish delight
The flying hawk’s eye-catch
Wholesome diet for the day

Stinking corpse threatened
Endangered epidemics
World worried and buried
The Esquire in a square
Of engraved box in a grave

Soul in hunt of sprouting seeds
Of vibrant hygienic genes
For long sustained body’s succor
Of its own make – sane or sin,
Of heaven’s choicest justice
 Oct 2014
Amitav Radiance
The upheavals
Inside me
Hold hands
Of words
And flow
With vigor
The pen
Breaks barriers
Between me
And paper
My feelings
Writ on paper
I lose a
Part of me
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