Tag Archives: Lish

To the Right

These palm trees don’t sway right in the wind that doesn’t sting like Chicago. I can’t remember if thats where I began. My spirit came alive where                                     the air                                           was salty                       … Continue reading

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Clogged

I’m wrapped in your sweater, it doesn’t fit the same and your scent has long since gone; filtered, clogged, sitting in pipes that lie at the very foundation I try so hard to ignore. One day they will burst. They … Continue reading

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Sentencing Lala

High is when the temperature is Fashionably late and your heart Is the strobe cruising along the Arabian sea knowing you can Drive to Dubai from Kannur Within a day through the water Held in a bottle of eye drops … Continue reading

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The Fault

Presumed intention.    Assumed devotion.        All love is losing.                      Subsumed abstention.                          Resumed demotion.                          All love is accusing.                                                        Condemning memories;                                                        Both guilty,                                                                    Both ashamed.                      Silence in the court…                                                         No one is to blame.

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Their Eyes

Her reflection is rotting in blues To think she was nothing more than a muse. And projections of distant memories prove That such a conclusion lies in such truth Despite the difference of their iris’ hue: An endless black hole … Continue reading

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Bitterness

It has nothing to do with him but it has everything to do with him: She left on a sour note. So sour, it was hard to swallow. She couldn’t bare the after-taste. She couldn’t even say goodbye. At least … Continue reading

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For Lish, cause he asked for it.

You slaughtered the red robin on the road, It flew for a second only to explode. Its guts sprawled out for all men to see, You held me high, feed me lies, I your trophy. I was so caught up … Continue reading

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