Raghurama Raju

No, that's not the way
One should compose a poem!
If everybody understands
What's great about it?
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Green, most often!
Red and biege, other times!
Colourful and colourless,
Camouflage or something,
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' Dear, Shall we buy a Saree today? '
'No, I do not need at all! I have too many! '
'Darling! You aren't as interested as earlier! '
'May be! One can't bethe same forever! '
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Colours and colours, everywhere!
To spread, sprinkle and spray
Across the faces and upon the clothes!
Chasing or being chased is just for fun!
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What is there,
In that remote village?
Where buses and trains
Never run in your life!
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We are men.
We don't know how and what women look for in men!
But we know much about ourselves.
We look at women as lumps of flesh
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Waves,
Tiny waves -
In a cool, calm
Serene tank
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I know the pain in your eyes
Though my eyes are fixed on your flawless skin
I also know what made you do such things!
Fake emotions in your face
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Winter this year,
Is truly severe!
In the chilly morning,
even tooth paste
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Not now and then,
But again and again,
I do open
My worn out phone
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They are peculiar stuff
They don't seem to live in the present
Nor do they belong to the past for sure
Their world is different and timeless
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After the dinner she comes out into the balcony
and stands before me
Looking up straight at my face,
she raises her hands to pick her up
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' Once my territory was upto this point! ' the sea roars!
The land just stays calm.
' Even upto this place my area extended! ' the sea shouts and pushes its waves towards the land.
The land carrying trees and mountains on its back does not even care to respond!
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She sleeps there in the box right in front of our spacious house!
Chilly is the box like her mind though I'm not supposed to touch!
She was pretty, loving and caring!
Came from an ordinary family but loved our family so deep!
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An arrogant pigeon
Walks fast and careless
Along the parapet wall
Of a five-storey building!
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Is it her hair that covers her pretty face?
Or is it her face which hides behind her wavy hair?
Either, part of her face or part of her hair
Only Comes to my mind when I think of her!
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Which barbarian imprisoned you
Behind that wonderful wood
And glittering glass
By securing under lock and key!
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Screech.....
Numerous pieces of piercing glass
On the goryground!
The drowning sun raises
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Whenever I think of Christ,
I think of a lean man in his
late twenties or early thirties!
I think of a man with
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