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Daipayan Nair May 2017
Child in bubble
In the delineated rubble
A bone to be scavenged.

Cobbler tying butterflies
The polish left dry
A bone to be scavenged.

Tailors stitching suit
Tape measured six foot
A bone to be scavenged.

Bullet tattoos is to bliss
Is this the balance?

A bone to be scavenged
A hunger to be avenged.

The inner vulture.
Daipayan Nair May 2017
The cat and her
speaker paw.

She holds the
stage in
midst of
human frames.

Damp walls
at clock struck
twelve.

Crows with
tears penetrating
the extra time.

The green
teased for a
self breath.

Kitchens of greed
complimenting street
wrappers.

Households and
nests in a rhythmic
beat.

The blur, otherwise
bright, still
the same for
innocence.

The cat and her
speaker paw.

Her audience,
virtual.

The pure chord
overlooked.
Daipayan Nair May 2017
There will exist a middle
where good and bad will sleep.

And then the bad will rise faster
as they will be more restless.

Good will rise, good has to rise

only to become inseparable.

They will be friends with rebellions.

They will be rebellious friends.
Daipayan Nair May 2017
I am full with myself
flowing out unexpectedly
from the nostril.

Oddities are fever.

Openings in walls
are contagious.
Daipayan Nair May 2017
She stands leaning
against the wall, wearing
a camoulflage shade,
and she admits,
it's the new fashion.

She looks at me and winks -

"See, this is my camouflage.

The one you prune
and deforest is me."
Daipayan Nair May 2017
She grabs
her
triangle
for
a gyrate.

The end product
is
but a forced
gem
to sparkle.

Spoons to
lick
Spoons to
pour

Limit-
the
hidden clown

A stop
and
she figures
her
futile vertex.

Each point
reflected
twice.

Birth, desire
& death
in consecutive
origins.

A dead life.
Gems are but
stones.
Daipayan Nair May 2017
Acidic faces - a humble absorption.

Distortions, accepted
as clean networks in a green eyeball.

Faces flowing as a stream
of black decay, from our skulls

'Others' is an entity
falling for a pit or falling in it.

Base of a base seems lost.

Dilution occurring through kisses
or shutters of infinite resolutions.

Legs become the silent dunes, they cover

Curves preventing from falling,
help in getting stuck and rotting.

Spaces make deadly chemicals
get artistic recognition.

Two roads indulged in zombie meets,
left twisted in a quake.

Fragile fingers now learning
to narrate life with bones, or at least tend to

War has left none rock stiff but bones
and war is when it is to the bone

as some young minds in the middle
of nowhere, of a deserted, bare chest

wrapped in soft, damp, dead twigs,
screaming, take a bath, take a bath.
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