chayamsu v r Poems

tastes cooked in
some anonymous agonies.
sorrows void of causes are
terrible baneful dictresses.
...

music has been scattered into broken throats
on a string of the waning lyre as i tried.
lyre was broken down and splashed,
some in my notes, and some in yours.
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every man has his own flies,
every man has his own ways.
he can hunt and kill his flies,
for their bright and humming flights,
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the void
roared in full-throated ease;
the vibrant blues
flung a lightning or two;
...

another night has come
flinging far off
the riddles of the day.
the night breeze,
...

on my way home
the dark sky
darted drops
and drenched me.
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I know you won't care
To peruse this thoughts.
Is it not your frailties
Of vehement adversity,
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This is the time of isolation;
the interminable warmth of that kiss
vanished into a hallucination,
sticking the window panes,
...

all the men and women
with the cam and paper
reached the sprawling spot
where some cobwebs stretched,
...

when the ages coaxed a smile
from the dawn,
the night fluttered in the cages,
to stumble over the thresholds
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