animesh kumar

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I need poetry

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Alone
distraught, lost
I fumble for words,
shallow vowels, grubby surds.
I think I need poetry.

Little abstractions, some nausea,
a fling – if you say so,
a minor fight,
bedtime story…
or may be, just some sad poetry.

Tiny mutations, and
the world turns gray, plants flower anti-flowers,
people die, and wake up in dreams,
in one huge dream – Nolan’s dream,
and nobody utters no words
and burn in word-less purgatory.

Times change,
every hour, if you insist it’s slow,
anybody can be anybody, everybody!
And nobody’s got no tales
tall or short – whatever.

I am who I am -
word groper, literary loner,
un-trailed like snowman’s feet
in heat
asking for few words, and skill
to blaze them into poetry!

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Written by Animesh

August 10, 2010 at 6:33 pm

Posted in Poetry

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3 Responses

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  1. This was so much fun to read…enjoyed how you played with the words…thanks.

    slpmartin

    August 10, 2010 at 10:36 pm

  2. That is very nicely written, Sir

    Ankur Gupta

    August 12, 2010 at 12:42 am


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