Posted on October 26, 2010 by gautami tripathy
hanging from the polesscarecrow wants the silver shoesa random wishto walk on the yellow bricksholding hands with the giant head not that he can do muchin his precarious statetired he falls asleep chasing a kitten in his dreamseven though he is in love with that witch when she melts awayhe promises himself that he will take revengenow [...]
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Posted on September 5, 2010 by gautami tripathy
you see me as someone serious who is always buried in books writes poetry at drop of a hat you don’t know me at all I wait every night buried in shadows a mask ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Why not write a poem or a story in exactly 160 characters each Sunday? Spaces included! Head for Monkey Man [...]
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Posted on November 5, 2009 by gautami tripathy
a sheet of paper drifts awaythe child’s scrawl on the refrigerator doorwith the sounds of laughtermingles into the buzzing of the kitchen gadgetsI stare above the microwaveday-dreaming of harmoniousspaces invaded by the scent of foodI look beyond the obvioustowards that broken chair in the corneremptiness speaks of untold secretsin that darkened spot behind the kitchen [...]
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Posted on October 31, 2009 by gautami tripathy
it happened this way.but you can hear Death’s own gentle voice.you do not turn to look at her. I would not advise it. if you do turn, she might smile at you.her smile not a child’s smile, or a woman’s smile. she will tell your story, “it happened this way- I was on the road. [...]
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Posted on October 9, 2009 by gautami tripathy
I hold that talisman of silencemy heart flames over itin all that lightthe darkness oozes into me the woman withinsplits into numerous splintersclawed nails scratch the invisible walls that tight squeezesolidifies oxygenated bloodpieces of which fallon the concrete floor I get on my kneessort through the tiny piecespick a few of thoseand put into my [...]
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Posted on August 12, 2009 by gautami tripathy
that pale blue vase made with expertisecaptured her essencewhen I held it in my handsI missed her terribly last masterpiece of his helped me break his headthat vase qualifying as a weaponwas only a fitting tributefor all she had suffered jinxed it might have been for himwhen he made that vase,coloured it bluefired from her [...]
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Posted on April 17, 2009 by gautami tripathy
she welcomes you into her hearth,her lopsided smiles takes you inher castle rustles in the nightwith darkened but cosy corners she strums her guitar for yousound of ocean intrudes from outsideher oven is ready for casserolesand pot bubbles over with aromatic spices all the while enticed by her warmth you wish for the food to [...]
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Posted on April 17, 2009 by gautami tripathy
she welcomes you into her hearth,her lopsided smiles takes you inher castle rustles in the nightwith darkened but cosy corners she strums her guitar for yousound of ocean intrudes from outsideher oven is ready for casserolesand pot bubbles over with aromatic spices all the while enticed by her warmth you wish for the food to [...]
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Posted on March 29, 2009 by gautami tripathy
laying on the lumpy bedmy eyes pinpointmarkings on that wallmaroonish & poignantly purple made by what? I look askance at the roofpeeled, chipped paint fall on my headmaybe my staringneeded to loosen the plaster this room- I have livedhere for what seems like aeons with no past-future seems to bea naught too still who wants [...]
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Posted on February 15, 2009 by gautami tripathy
getting up from bedI feel the walls shakingwalking awkwardlytowards the stoveI warm last night’s tea bedcovers lie on flooryou clutch the vacuum,which is as naked as you sweet smell of love turnsbitterly sour in the morning sipping the obnoxious tea, I look at you with a hatred so fierce, anger so unknownyour snores goad me,I [...]
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