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Jun 2013 · 582
poetry. (15w)
urvashi Jun 2013
Poetry... Love...
Pathos... Faith... Beauty... Chaos... Epiphany... Longing...
Revolution... Madness... Desire... Life... Emotion...

synonyms maybe......?
urvashi Jun 2013
Chaos...
Dusty yellow street lights,
honking truck drivers...
cigarette smoke puffed carelessly in your face..
and the quest..
the unending quest for a single free breath...
giving you the slip at every bend in the clogged road...
the careful painstaking preserving of that one impossibility,
the concentration of all of existence on a handful of dust....
urvashi May 2013
Storm, bird, grey blue sky..
A sunset of silver smoke..
And a dusty metropolitan dusk...
May 2013 · 415
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urvashi May 2013
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I'll meet you at dusk then,
where the memories fall in autumn...
May 2013 · 509
soulkeeper
urvashi May 2013
So many souls,
like firefly flickers...
Lighting up the storm...
But none as bright as you my love...
A poem in humans' form...
May 2013 · 519
Dusk (10w)
urvashi May 2013
The Day and The Night,
Two goddesses,
Intertwined in her.
May 2013 · 554
Evening storm (10w)
urvashi May 2013
The yellow lamplight,
and the silhouette of a dark grey sky.
May 2013 · 557
Mine...?
urvashi May 2013
I thought you were mine to lose..
You, my knight..me,your muse..
and every evening seemed to be an entanglement of your soul
with mine..
and every glass of wine,
a holy communion...
a reunion
of minds separated by a day of resurrected reality..
the dispirited admittance of drowsy sensibility...

And then at night,
when bird calls broke the heat,
every passing moment the reflection of your heart beat
I had thought I knew what it was to long for your intertwined fingers...
The smiles in your eyes on the evening that lingers...

But dreams,dreams dreams,
the meandering of those deafening screams...
And now i roam the lanes
at night and look in through windowpanes
where love and candles light the room
and I lean on the edge of my broom
and smile a grimace with the missing soul,
and look in at the gaping hole...
And then curl up on my side of the nightmare,
don't worry I'm used to a scare....
And maybe I'll sleep and wake and slice another vein..

But don't worry,it hurts less than the consciousness,the caffeine...
May 2013 · 443
When you kill your dreams
urvashi May 2013
Lost and found
hard leather bound
your soul in decay...
the wired space
the lost solace
the half choked **** on the way..
May 2013 · 363
Time well spent
urvashi May 2013
A book, a smile
and an empty cup of caffeine.
urvashi May 2013
The rain falls softly on the sleeping city…. Cloaked in the blanket of a monsoon lull…. A few stray dogs scamper for shelter as the first storm of the season colours the dawn a deeper crimson…..
The thunder rumbles from the north east…a deep slow sonorous sound coming from the underbellies of the moisture laden atmosphere…..
The soft drizzle forms a hazy blanket of morning mist around the city…..already stirring with the first signs of life…. The resurrection of the everyday work-a-day world…….
The musical tinkling of a bell echoes around as a pushcart brimming with flowers rushes down the street, hurrying to the market…fresh, preened and ready…to be sold to the highest bidder…
The soft music of the approaching storm inspires a boatman, out on the holy river, to sing…… his voice echoes over the bass of the thunder……a plaintive pleasant humming……the nuances of the bhatiali fill up the empty cracks in the morning……
The rain deepens…………the drizzle expands into the monsoons first downpour… pitter-patter sings the rain, reverberating off a thousand tin roofs……the sky darkens……enveloping the dawn in its grey being…..
Somewhere, someone tunes a harmonium…..clears a throat…a hand draws a curtain aside…..
The peaceful reassurance of the daily azaan spreads out from the mosque…..calling the faithful to prayer…..
The flower vendor…now setting up shop, attaching an extra strip of plastic sheet to fend off the rain…. Stops a moment and bows his head as the nearby tolling of a bell and the sound of a conch shell being blown announces the beginning of a new day in god’s abode….
A woman kneels down in a pew…..praying…..the calm of the church mirrored in her peaceful face…..
The rain looks down at the city……..now, half awake…slowly stretching its limbs……..stirring from the depths of a restless rest…………awakening to the jangling of a bread earner’s faith……
The shower relents……..probably giving in to all the Monday morning groans and grumbles emanating from a city forced back into consciousness…..
Finally, all that remains is the moisture on the flower vendor’s tarpaulin and the shadow of the boatman’s song on the rippled river…….
May 2013 · 976
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urvashi May 2013
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I saw the rising fog..
and it settled over my brain..
but an occasional brain freeze is cool...
it numbs away the pain..
*******'s hard to come by..
and drugs are illegal they say..
I wonder why they didn't put a tag on love..
And legalize heartbreak away...
Cigarettes are bad, they **** your lungs,
they burn away your soul...
But we've burned at the stake already love,
whats some dust n a bit o' coal..?
So let's reschedule the sermon father..
Save me a seat in your pew...
For I got a long walk back home today,
and a dream i gotta sew...

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