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Prathibha Nandakumar Poems
Its his black and white patchwork quilt matching his salt and pepper beard Its his sixty three managing
I am the wind
Ah! To leap from a cliff into an abyss, marking the graduation from discipline to a Nagual of knowledge,
He is the animal trainer makes even the fiercest of fierce animals crawl, jump, stand on hind legs just by the crack of his whip.
I offer you this space to build, or destroy, demolish, demark, deconstruct, demystify, design, designate
If you are searching for that poem written especially for you you have to remember that writing poems is like drinking coffee
Showing the telegram helped to get a seat in the over crowded train. Pushing the old gate with one leg and walking in was so very like old times. But there was a fire in front of the door One of the death rituals. Eyes stared.
The Yoni chakra
The three inverted triangles of the Yoni chakra cuts across the four moving upwards fourteen lotus petals spread around and nothing goes out of symmetry or color
When I was grouping for new poem for the poetry festival, poems danced all over the house: in nooks and corners, in bed,
It was a table for two. Two beer mugs were filled to the brim Who called the third cheer?
This is what the fish said
-1- How long can the hide and seek go on? The net is cast everyday and soon you will be `it'.
and suddenly a woman's wail at midnight
Its a week since we moved in here strange place, stranger people The fear of the unknown mingle with the lightness of the great escape
The truth about charles chaim wax (one m...
is that we love ourselves more than we love charles so we want him to come tell us how bad we are
Reason for calling
Burnt seasoning, calling bell, son screaming for towel from bathroom, TV competing with him, neighbour wants something urgent, its an emergency, laundrywalah wants to settle the account right away,
I have died a million deaths
I have died a million deaths in the last ten minutes
Comments about Prathibha Nandakumar
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Its his black and white
patchwork quilt matching
his salt and pepper beard
Its his sixty three managing
my still yearning thirty six.
Its his tobacco scented tongue
pressing promises on my wet intimacy
Its his exploring pointer conducting
grand tours on my uneven geography
Its his voluptous substance fitting
my perfection, measuring both beyond doubt
Its his much kissed lips
calling out some unknown Chinese,
or was it Japanese, name
when his urgncy troubling mine
paradise in the dim lit corridor
before SHE returns from shopping ...