Observing the world
We silent types absorb much
Solitude brings rest
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Avatamsaka
It’s Just the Sun Rising
I’m not high, It’s just
The real me being reborn
Each day, a new sun.
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A Wrinkle in Time
The wrinkles in my furrowed brow
Echo the unmade bed where we once lay
Squeezing into each others nooks and crannies
A brief history of time etched into the
Corners of my eyes
From which I remorsefully rub away
The grains of sand deposited
By the tears of my memories.
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Exfoliate
Crush me like orange peel
Smear me all over your body
Rub me into your pores
And allow my fragrance to
Erase all of your frown lines
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Patience
At the feet of life
I sit patiently
With cupped hands
Waiting for an answer
To a question
I have yet to ask
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Orphaned
India you have ravished me
You have brought me to nought
Purged me, cleansed me
In the fires of your ghazals
Drifting ecstatically across
The funeral pyres of my heart.
I’ve sat in loneliness long enough
Orphaned from the joys of life
Stealing a grain of your Jaggery
I’ve recovered the sweetness of life
Surrendering to the richness
Of your ancient lands.
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I.D.
Reaching for the stars
I am loving awareness
My identity
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