Mihir Chitre Poems

I can't tell you how half measures
crowded my life after you left.
Always on the brink of this
or that, if the messages I typed
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I’ll remember you
as the slow Akshardham sunset
that emptied me one final time
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You unwelcomed me with fog
on a blinding night
hurrying into history
like the feet of your ghaats
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These are elemental fires
Stoked by the unspoken
Where the night’s forehead
Emotes every half a second
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Would it be better
if every new thought were in the most obvious relation to the last.
Like saying "eight" after counting to seven
or "Churchgate" after a breathless "Grant Road-Churni Road-Marine Lines"
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You go on playing life
like a game of chess. Its
squares, you’ve counted, placing
your chess-pieces on them. Finance
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