Mobile Orchestra Perfect

4 Mobile orchestra M.S.P.
Murugesan 1
After all it’s love.............................. 27

Star unreachable for fathers.............................. 28
Seventy thousand villages.............................. 29
First bicycle shop........................................................... 29
The Cover-up season..............................
Laying a bed for the Sun.............................. 31
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Sky makes love............................................................ 31
Fifty milligrams of hope................................................. 33
A wooden oil- press.............................. 34
Are you the truth?............................................................ 35
Maya......................................................................................37
The wayward hand-pump..............................................38
On taking measurements.............................. 39
Dress change............................................................ 39
Liquid bubbles................................................... ....... 40
A Staircase for tear drops.............................. 41
M.S.P.Murugesan
One who misses his stoppings............................. 42
Per capita income........................................................... 42
Don’t keep on............................................................ 43
Where is that most chased after book? 44
Focus...................................................................................44
Spotlight............................................................ 45
Mobile Orchestra.......................................................... .45 English Titles
Equilibrium............................................................ 46 138, Sayee Nagar 3rd Street,
A seating............................................................ 47 Virugambakkam,
Success.................................................................................48 Chennai- 600092
Phone :044- 2847 6163
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To My daughter Contents
who is my first reader and critic influencing me in a Building........... .......................................................................5
different way Echoes.....................................................................................5
A book from Enquiries..................................................................................5
Briefs.................................................................................... 6
Haiku............................................................ 7
Power shutdown............................................................ 7
Highlight..................................................................................8
Money................................................................................... 8
English Titles Sand...................................................................................... 9
© 2010 by M.S.P.Murugesan How tall you are?.................................................................9
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any Mother................................................................................... 9
form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including Calculations ............................................................ 10
photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and Fingering Language....................................................... 11
retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher Am I born?....................................................... ..... 11
Violaters warned that they has to face rigid legal actions My name is not London....................................................12
Bibliographical Data Match box Symphony........................................................13
Title : Mobile Orchestra A cargo of worries....................................................... 14
The flame of a lamp........................................................ 16
Author : M.S.P.Murugesan
Tatwamasi..............................................................................18
Copyright : Author Intermission for enlightenment.............................. 19
Subject : Poetry collection Freedom’s end......................................................................20
Size : Demy Where the wind has gone?..............................................21
Teeth problem........................................................... 22
Pages : 48
Wise will rise.......................................................................22
Print Point :12 Point
Where the wind has gone?..............................................23
Type set : Ozone Multimedia Facts........................................................................................24
Edition : First Edition September2010 Fidelity Check post............................................................24
Wrapper : Sai Ads, Chennai-21 They view the same mirror..............................................25
Questions and answers.....................................................25
Printers : K.V.S.Offset Printers , Chennai-600014 A wick left on a Candle ..................................................26
Bind : Ordinary The brief happy notes on beauty......... ...........26
Publishers : English Titles, Chennai-92 What it is to be a so and so?.............................. 27
Highlight Mobile Orchestra

After Building
eighteen stairs
Tsunami
And
Retired.
Forty eight
Happy of
Days of
Disaster
abstinence with
made.
Rigorous
A crab
discipline;
returned.
Bill board
Surveyed.
on entrance
Not all
on Sabari sanctorum
Lost.
redirects
It began
‘Tatwamasi.’
Building
(You are that)
Fresh hideout
Money Echoes
Inflates They return
inflates As declined
The one-way Letters;
lift which Bounced
Never Cheques
Never Bumped up
Comes balls
Down with
Gate shut renewed
Comments hopes in
froze faith.
Money Enquiries
Not me, not he or she “Which country?”
Not you not they but Told
The last one; “Race?”
Said. Follows.
“Caste?” Ends.
Replied. Longing
“Language?” begins
Answered. for more
Interrogator turned briefs.
Towards
The gunners Haiku
“Shoot him down No.No.
He is Limitation
Tamil, Suffocates
Don’t worry Final
none will Knot
question; Fabricates.
A dog too Art
wouldn’t Suffers.
bark Opinion
differs.
Briefs
Not those Power shutdown
you imagine No problem
But those for
Lips which weaver bird;
make sounds. which fixes
very brief fireflies
when close for
A silence indoor
occurs lighting.
Eyes meet
exchange
dialogues
Silence ends.
Bickering
that I am born. Who

You are born Keeps
It is you; Mum
Relatives, friends After
Insist on; So many
time after time Rumbles
Pointing out my Sand
ups and downs They
Rights and wrongs Sculpt
insist I am born; Forts
But I didn’t recollect Figures
that I am born; Wave
The memory got Laughs
so blurred causing Hourglass
doubts and indeterminations counts
Until your lips and tongue
Sculptured the message over
How tall you are?
My cheeks and lips. Miky way
And you keep on level?
Making me born often. Atom
level?
Take
My name is not London Five mg
My name is not London; Compassion
And the London they mention is Daily.
Not the capitol of Britain; Improve.
It is the name printed on
the T-shirt Davila presented me;
Mother
For a soothsayer confirmed her Available
surely I would go to London. Womb
rental.
Losing the name London by Sentiment
Frequent washing free;
That T-shirt gone torn; Bring back
sheep Whizzing wind

for upkeep Prevent our audibility;
No maternal track Our lip movements
Making a mime show
Calculations Sound and sense
Since how many ages losing shapes
this ocean surges on? you utter your inaudible love
like wind murmuring
Since how many thousands ofyears at the bottom of the sea
the wind blows on? I touch your lips
To grasp what you attempt for
Since how many millions of years You touch my lips
these stars wink on? To receive response
since how much time I resist hard for they tempt
the sun keep burns on? Me to try a love bite
A crab objects
since how many generations by biting me in contempt
man and woman rehearse You laugh for the penalty
and replay the love game?
since how many births Am I born?

I sigh on counting and ‘Am I born?’
longing for ? ‘Yes, you are.
I only gave birth to you,’
All calculations alter by Mother said;
particle after particle Yet I couldn’t believe
in the orbit of time. that I am born
The reflection
over the mirror
Fingering Language from the very
I can’t hear First looking
What you say, dear, keep reminding me
Though we’re so near at every stage
Roaring waves and of my growth
The flame of a lamp Yet my village famous for

picking nicknames wished
The chanting ends
calling me London.
in the sacrificial hall
of the hermitage;
Davila never cared
Noise of the waterfalls
About criticisms.
And the call of the deer
She bought a T-shirt for herself
Seeking its pair, heard.
with a name printed ‘Milky way’;
but village people dared not
My better half
to call her so.
had gone to take bath
After her Air hostess job
in the small stream
She left me and the village.
to avoid the heat of yearning
Then they became dare to mention
on this spring season’s
'Milky way flew away
moonlit night.
Leaving London down'.
I started loving the name London
At this time
the stream’s waves
would be fondling Match box Symphony
over her body When I opened the window
like a cool shawl Night has shut the vicinity
No movement traceable
Just some time Down under from this fifth floor
Before she had left A distant star stares at me
I am meditating like a constable watching thief.
without any heat of lust. It’s a power shut down;
I am meditating on I needed a match stick
Overall mankind. Since I have a candle and
Matchless match box..
The one which Who would help me
seeks a pair; in this midnight of an abandoned lane
The one which As my candle waits to be lit?
found its pair; Who would help a match stick
The pair -lost one, now walking up to fifth floor
on a lift failed stairs? branches of familiar trees

Instead I got down found missing
seeking a match box
walking down all the steps; Jungles thin down daily
The dark night has no tactics losing one wood
to teach on getting a match stick; after another
After a stumbling walk
I heard the sound of bangles Villages walk on
And the flame of a cigarette; Collecting fuel to sell
‘Got matches?’ I asked. to earn out a living
‘Night patrol?’A male voice. Seas complain on
‘No. A searcher for matches.’ for causing much labour
My reply sought a giggle in formatting rain clouds
And a match box’ shuffle.
‘We reached our match’ And you look exhausted
A lady voice followed listening to loads of
and abruptly stopped. ecology uproars
And a sound of kissing followed.
I guessed of the enclosure. You saw a village girl went on
I returned with the match box, with an inspection tour
On reaching the power came. from jungle to sea
I went to the sit out to see
If they were there. quite eager to see
No, they had gone. how love birds chatter
But the matchless box, twittee tu twittee
And a powerless night twittee tu twittee
the gift a match stick
And sound of a kiss And she smiled
Lay locked in my memory shelf. throwing aside
worries’ cargo
A cargo of worries blowing them
off a kiss
Seasonal birds
look out for usual
Shelwar told Jeans The one which is

‘No, then it would be too awaiting for its pair;
hard to take our car’
I am meditating
Both stood up, Over all mankind
Almost brushing Which is the main tune
each other closely of longing for a pair?
passing the grudging Is it the pleasure tasted in nectar
chairs for the mess or the fusion of souls ?
they both make; My meditation
Noticing the Silkshirt alters direction.
Swamiji’s smile
From the dais Pairs after get pairing
So perceptive and Seek safety measures..
all pervasive including Until get pairing
the car park problem; They seek one another,
nodding of his permission; like a boat seeking an oar,
he put an intermission to an axe seeking a handle
their enlightenment. and an axis seeking an axle
Freedom’s end The Maha Yoni
All questions end at and the Maha Linga
freedom perform hard penance
All answers end in to reach each other
bondage
Lesser freedom Sexual union and
lead to more generation raising
bondage. remain just like
True a brief leisure after
freedom A long journey as snacks
understands better offered later
bondage
so confirms The trip is solonger;
the surrender. companion is essential
until attaining Much waste

the height of Only by waiting
Knowledge you reach fruit.
‘One path; ‘O’ shaped finger- meet
one lone traveller’ Teaches by mime.
A companion helps
as light of the lamp Intermission for enlightenment
A silk shirt Swamiji
There! I hear
Keen on cutting up
the thud of my better half’s
and serving on
foot steps followed
the butter of Vedanta
by squeeze sound
in little spoons
of the wet cloth
of palatable measure;
a collaborative effort
My meditation
undertaken with American Swamijis
attains the peak;
and European Sadhus .
Light of Brahman
Blooms up
A jeans pant and
within me
a Salwar Kamizh
For the union.
with lipstick shine
and eyeshade glitter
Tatwamasi in the hall of wisdom
The one which is... collecting enlightenment
That in real in eye shut rapture;
remains what their thighs
which is this. brush each other.
More load of The whole hall smells of
meaning Perfumes and face powder
can be found in giving a lift up to knowledge.
That becoming This.
Rest of ‘Shall we move?’
Any search is Jeans asked Shelwar kamzih
‘Let the discourse end.’
Those and these

keep on heaping up Where the wind has gone?
their writing Why we came here?
on your head Who dumped up us here?
You keep on what to yearn for
reading all. what not to pine for
Sivoham do our moments got this extension?
What lies beneath
Facts the closed shutters of tomorrow
Now I breathe which are unable to open now?
the breath you left there Have they collected
at the other end; the entrance fee earlier
The shame is not ashamed or was it a bigger amount
to follow me like need to be paid by
the shadow you shed timely installments?
after you turning back Where had the wind gone
Useless… which blew yesterday?
Is it your remark? Where had the kiss gone
It’s a fact, which was given yesterday?
I breathe the same The one we embraced yesterday
breath you left looks like the same but found
here at this other end. not so the quite same ,
much different today.
Wind converses through the palm leaves;
Fidelity Check post Might be in wind’s language
The same breath, the same one Secrets are exposed clearly..
left out my lover’s lips But we don’t know wind’s language.
entering into my lungs Let’s wait for a true interpreter
went journeying not the false ones
noses after noses who make out a living
and then reached and a miserable degradation
to tap the Himalayan saints, to themselves and interpreting
pulmonary system;
Teeth problem as Compartment after compartment

If some one breaks Many bogies shuttle on
your tooth in Leaving shadows behind
Johannesburg Each demand surrender
you won’t grudge
to pay it back Which is definitive?
by fighting the whole kingdom No any definitive
and win plucking out Claim to be fit for
one of its most important teeth; an ultimate surrender
in turn by losing Live this moment
many of your teeth Until it remains
one after another and you remain.
Instead you would If you miss one bus
go to a dentist Don’t worry
and fix it It is not our fate.
Wise will rise,
As a special train.
Wise will rise It is their destiny
Feet ache, beg, long and
plead for a restful sitting
after such a long hunt
Some regularities
for self knowledge The earth is
going on for centuries revolving.
and centuries the grass is
raising .
Rishis,KrishnaSocrates, Except for
Buddha, Jesus, Sankara the bald headed
Mohammed, Madhwa., Ramanuja the hair is
Nietze, Camus, Sartre growing .
Babas and Mothers! babies are
No scarcity found in born.
the Wisdom’s treasury Zen teachers
which moves on and God men
like a long train; teach on.
looking funnier making another tour

at me, with looks to Alaskan ice- fields
commenting of me returned just now
‘Still you remember to check up
as a simpleton my fidelity
about that old love
which gone shred They view the same mirror
into pieces ?’
Sometimes they get so closer
I’m a man;
One’s cheek touching another’s;
She’s a woman;
Sometimes a little lesser
how could she understand
One face behind another’s face
how the love
Resting on the front shoulder;
keeps on renewed
When trying to tell
stages after stages?
the truth of the amount of
bliss as the touch of
Star unreachable for fathers the sugar over their tongue tip
The distance between their eyes tell lies
mothers and fathers; they embrace choosing
they calculate in night lies to the facts.
when the sleep lost
Babies cry and cry Questions and answers
for the reasons known
All questions end in freedom
only to them.
All answers find a bond
All questions know well
Fathers leaving mothers
No answers can settle anything
Reach the terrace,
All answers know very well
a cigarette in hand
Questions are asked
And glance at stars
not for specific answers
of very long distance
but just a time pass
with a naughty wink over
postponement
Fatherhood.
When fathers come down
to watch the suckling babies
Smiles ignite
A wick left on a Candle Poses workout
The black sigh left out Beds wait
by the charred wick Curtains fall
remembering the last flame Fights result.
of the candle gone liquid; Doesn’t matter.
like a smoke image The result is good
merges in atmosphere. the brief happiness nods.
So what?
The grave pit of
the liquid wax What it is to be a so and so?
rejoices over The mystery of a dog
the space where found always lying behind
light lived the haystack
and the sleepless
Billionaires found lying
After a wave’s onrush behind the iron safe make
As dresses got wet A laughable show,
anklets glisten in private and public
over water mirror by those who don’t
All egos go flat earn a penny or
and women’s eyes raise up dog
reflect the shrunken delight or a haystack;
A sea shore evening If they do,
becomes a joyful woman; they would realize
it adds some more glow What it is to be
when moon rises up a so and so
The brief happy notes on beauty After all it’s love

Form counts While rinsing
Figure adds the clothes after
Make up improves a clean wash;
Manners brighten she laughs on
Dress boosts
make love; shut down eyes and

They’ve forgotten stern looks and complaining eyes
to put aside of silent mothers
When they were for abandoning the baby
painting the room. At a crucial time;
I’m accustomed to A cloud of hurt
think by lying on Count the distance
the easy chair; of unreachable star
Never mind, between fathers and mothers
Making love is
More important Seventy thousand villages
than thinking ; The father of the nation said
Stepping down nation’s heart was beating
From the house in seventy thousand villages
I saw two The disharmony shot him
street dogs While the dying harmony
Copulating frantically laments for the slow death
in winter weather; Caused not by the cities
I used to throw but by every negligent citizen
Stones on them Chooses to seek
When I was young; An immediate escape;
Felt ashamed now the Heart is allowed
for that foolishness; to beat till a cardiac arrest
As I lifted in seventy thousand villages
My face Very few care to know it.
I witnessed the sky
Making love with earth
Morning copulating First bicycle shop
with evening It was Paramasivam
behind the screen who opened the first bicycle shop
of darkness in that village of no history
On a timeline
when the cycles and their shops
were quite a thrill .
Then a half naked alights down from
fakir came to the nearby town the winter hills.
to insist the unity Then thick shawls
between Hindus and Muslims woolen shawls
as two wheels of a bicycle. cotton spreads
Hired bicycles from mufflers, torn saris
Paramasivam’s shop dhotis , all progress
circled around the ground as if a procession
where the half naked fakir addressed. of covered heads
Later a Muslim came making them all
to express his grief a single race and class
for the fakir was shot up of covered heads
by a Hindu; differences hidden.
Paramasivam’s eyes
glistened with tears
after knowing Laying a bed for the Sun
the half naked fakir’s Don’t arrest the wind
favourite vehicle, a bicycle. in your closed fist;
He felt very sorry Rain is waiting
for not inviting the fakir to make meadows with wind.
to the village for the Sun to sleep on
to have a drive It is a temporary gift.
on one of his bicycle. Return it back
Paramasivam closed after the time bar’s.
the shop missing
It’s note in history. Sky makes love
Sound is heard
The Cover-up season outside the closed doors;
A season comes They are kissing
to visit that village; inside the room;
then all walk on My easy chair
covering their heads ; lies inside the room
as the fog where the young couple
a crematorium for us Fifty milligrams of hope

in the next election’
And never.
The political newface
Never..never.
made a comment.
None feels
A thunder roared
Truly happy
from the north.
over what is
The corpse was waiting
found or left around ;
to get cremated
Every one
As every corpse was.
Pretends to be
happy and insist on
The wayward hand-pump look ing like
being happy and
Standing?
condemns the one
Good, stand.
who has a different say.
But don’t stand
‘Shut your eyes
feeling sorry
Pose a smile
for the bawling cattle
if not possible
seeking water
weave dreams within.;
or for the running dogs
It’s a super offer.
halt smelling water
The cyclone of words
corner to corner.
dies in dreams.’
Coming?
If I complain of
Come.
one ceaseless
Pressing?
chatter box in my mind;
Press.
they recommend
The hand pump
fifty milly grams
Screeches too much.
of hope per day;
The soldier died
‘It would only
at the warfront
rescue your mental health.’
dug that well
I don’t argue.
and put up
Why should I?
That hand pump
It is their faith
with his last salary,
and their hope Nowhere I can find;

they are free I am helpless
to discard one day. I can’t replace
A wooden oil press
A wooden oil- press With my poems
I return defeated
My village needs
To my village back.
Specific essentials
Not my poems;
I am aware of it Are you the truth?
An ox driven Are you the truth?
Oil press got The flash of lightning
Top priority. enquired the residential firefly
The old one at the cremation ground.
was sold ‘I am yet to prepare.’
by them The match stick mumbled
who opted speed to the cut wood
Not the drone placed over the corpse
of music born because of a sudden wind.
out of rotating ‘Keep quiet for a while’
oil press and Gravity shouted
hoof sounds of At the wind;
circulating oxen; for the burnt ash
From that sound of music need to settle down
I got many poems born undisturbed.
within me; ‘Had all got
Now they are a final see?’
No more; The cremator
I travel all around enquired waiting
the earth to place the last piece of
visiting villages wood to cover
and cities in search the face of the dead.
of a wooden oil press ‘We will vote only
resembling the old one. the one who promises
At times bra in this waterless

becomes a problem wayside
Needs to get hooked back. The sound of water
On changing jackets Falling down is
If some one is shy; A fine tune;
Needs to use Share it
Teeth to hold With the thirsty cattle
Sari corners. And the hungry dog
If any one Drinking?
peeps in Drink.
Disgust flares up Looking?
to throw all Look.
dress over It’s how the world
their faces. revolves on
Dress change is Over the axis
a difficult culture. of many soldiers
concern
Liquid bubbles
Liquid bubbles Maya
have many incarnations When Maya arrives
than Lord Vishnu East whitens
who cherishes rebirths. When she departs
At every touch of air West blackens;
water takes care She would throw
to make incarnations. a careless glance
They are uncountable over the sky
Soap bubbles to verify whether
Wash basin bubbles the stars flowered up.
Rain fall bubbles On leaving,
Rice boiler bubbles her lips carry
Counts and counts on a jeery smile
Basins frying pappads of pitiful query
making bubbles in oil
‘Why these folks drench bearing
fuss and fret with the insect bite.
so much by Their moments
making war Are not lit
and fight by God’s smiles
for all this rut?’ but with the twitter
of eyelash of their
Maya is Sweet hearts.
neither a Tamil, Their lamps are lit
Telugu nor Malayalam
nor Hindi actor.
She is the mother
On taking measurements
Of all Mayas; On taking measurements
the hallucinations. not all tailors
Causes people know the skill of
To sleep and making correct measures;
Make them awake. The cute size of
She stands covering the shapely mounds
Aside the beds and trickly falls is
Of sleepless people, known only to the
waiting for sleep expert ladies tailor.
with drinks and pills. Ladies like him
and halts for some time for his art.
thinking how they
would suffer Dress change
after their sleep ends. After undressing
her thought turns aa laughter; One need start
New moon reflects it. Dressing by beginning
The wayward hand-pump From one side to the other
Anticipating the decisive death Either from left to right
unknowing the exact time Or right to left.
Soldiers wait Putting the head in
in the dug out Or the top down;
get never altered You became shy of

by the testament of the death the love show made
They continue like by wind with liquid.
a play changing actors but it adds delight
a stage changing plays when a mirthful boy
blows soap bubbles
Death is a selfless martyr
Sacrificing it’s own self. A Staircase for tear drops
Its testament is clear
They are near
A guaranteed one
very near at
Changes are born
a stone’s throw,
Only by the testament of death.
the autumn woods
looking like
Where is that most chased Skeletons after
after anthology? shedding their leaves.
The leaves roll on
Where is that most chased after anthology
complaining.
Which was lost after compiling
First rain
all poems of all poets?
shed tears
Who has hidden it?
over their complaints.
Have they read it or threw it down as trash?
Rain knows
Who has hidden that book written in all languages?
it has to step down
Is he or she dead or living?
from a very long
See, poets writing in all languages
Staircase;
comparing one after another
beginning from
in their pursuit of the hidden book.
rills and rivulets
See how they toil?
then to stream
Could anyone tell where the book is?
to reach the river
And then to
Focus Seas and toSkies
Directions stepping Upand up
distract to meet the memories
of the fallen leaves.
It dawns on me Can I go at least

Each tear drop is to Jurich or Geneva
A step to go up Throwing off this condemned Mumbai?.’
And like love The guava merchant
the tear drop who came to Mumbai
starts like a step from Jayapuram,a poor
in reaching up. small village, grudges
But wise Jayapuram knows
Savings matter
One who misses his stoppings than earnings.
I can’t blame anyone
for missing my station
or my bus-stop often; Don’t keep on
I can’t blame Unifying Wind , Water and Fire
the youngsters who together to read out
enclose their arms the testament written
with one another’s hips by death to the earth.
or the one’s who couldn’t Poor death, it goes
control their mood of kiss. on making testaments
It’s my mistake, after testaments untiriingly
for having missed The Community of living beings
moments such continue on disproving it
in foregone days; by resurrecting the fallen leaves
It’s not my mistake too submerged trees and
for having missed burnt sugar cane stubs.
moments such; Death is a gentleman;
for days were strict Very old scholar,
then they prohibited Walks carrying the cross
public love. Of deathlessness on its shoulders;
It never tires of being defeated.
Per capita income Love cooing in the voice of cuckoo,
‘Leave aside Copenhagen Friendship spreading its wings of peacock;
the highest per capita income
generating city,
Thrills
Success entice
It Advertisements
smiles; Shout
When Media
She Overloads
finishes Surrounding
painting hustles
her bustle
little Love
tow nags
finger, Enemies
with aim
nail polish Universe
by biting Expect
her tongue Focus?
prettily. Pity
And Man
eyes
gleam Spotlight
when Teaches.
someone How to
noticing darken
it all sides
admiringly. To
Success Brighten
has Only one
many
access
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offered.
Many follow A seating
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in mobility
Offers
Street dogs
a sitting;
stay silent
Sit
observing them
Still.
Milking cow
Surrender
turns head
To
Goats cease
The call,
bleating
Watch;
The mobile orchestra
After
moves on
few
making petitions
moments
to an invisible
Where
listener offering
was
solace.
it?
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Stand up.
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After all it’s love.............................. 27

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that I am born. Who

sheep Whizzing wind

since how many births Am I born?

The flame of a lamp Yet my village famous for

on a lift failed stairs? branches of familiar trees

Shelwar told Jeans The one which is

until attaining Much waste

Those and these

Teeth problem as Compartment after compartment

looking funnier making another tour

The brief happy notes on beauty After all it’s love

make love; shut down eyes and

a crematorium for us Fifty milligrams of hope

and their hope Nowhere I can find;

At times bra in this waterless

get never altered You became shy of

It dawns on me Can I go at least

walking over As she

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