Author: Deepti Sharma
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You travel to me…
There are a million capsized days when I see you floating in the distance just before the horizon hiding my defeated sun with your cloaked mist. Wanna believe that you intentionally don’t go behind those curtains. The veil is your catharsis, Reasons…my nemesis. Your musk, that you loaned to me once, Please know, that I…
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Maya Memsaab
Her soul was diluted She a water sign… wiped off the remnants of the myth with yesterday’s newspaper. And waved to him through the purple window. He the air sign… drifted, after halting to water his soul with the vapour in her eyes. The monochromes of his mossy smile faded like an afterthought. …
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The Sound of Silence
I had longed to hear the clomping of her heavy workboots as the lazy noon would trot out of the bokeh of the yonder, as the dwindling palm doves’ calls would join in the late spring chatter and the mango tree would moan with the impregnated boughs. koel would coo hoo and splash the sugar…
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I Said, He Said
I said, “Our reasons fridgidly overlap.” He said, “I will thaw mine and fuse them with yours.” I said, “Let’s not ration them around our oxytocin levels.” He said, “Haha ..I never thought you liked maths or science?” I said, “Years in bargain, and have realised not to let a poet see the moon in…