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half moon

One day we'll have to erase each other from our lives. It won't be so painful once it's done, just sad and confusedly incomplete. But then we'll meet again and again, erased and renewed lives, like a huge bowl of mashed up memories.

corners

Half lips
joined in sing-song poetry.
Sliced faces, laughing,
mouthing half-songs, running
till the half-page stops
Hands, hold me tight.
wrap me in you, in a half-half frame
don't let go, tear me in two
and keep me in your shirt pocket
Stitched together, snug and safe
overlapping plots,
mixtures of froth and steam
rising out of a half-full cup.
Smiles need no assistance
from you, Stitch-Assist.

right

night bristles

lipstick, dust and eyelash gaps

lipstick, dust and eyelash gaps

panic airlines

the beepers go off.
"wait! WAIT!! don't jump out just yet!"
waaaaoooooon.waaaoooooon.
*flashflashflash*
fumbled with hands, hands in pockets,
pockets that keep handshakes safe.
"fire! WATER!"
where? why?
heavens laugh in rolling thunder. the ocean doesn't.
wings keep me off the flying ground,
ground, on which i have to make sense.
tick..tick..tick.tick.tick.tickticktick....
bhooof.

the beepers go off.

one foot, two feet

love in kolhapuris, inherited from baba

one foot too

Orange tea mornings,
not coffee, but tea.

A change in breakfast
is the thing for me.