Rajendra Nagdev

A red sphere is sliding down
birds chirp to say goodbye
and retire to nest,
misty air over river
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The tranquility of night
will melt gently,
gradually birds will chirp
on the branches of trees
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Drop-by-drop
life trickles into veins
breaths multiply.
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One morning million suns rained from sky
enormous glow
then deepest darkness
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Far above my head
a twinkling entity
slips from place
dips, disappears
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A water body
round and deep and olive green
in the heart of stones
live with flutter of blind wings
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They assigned a name
without concurrence

My friend often forgets
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Look at the beauty in the sky!
a wide arrow-head piercing wind slowly silently,
flock of birds sailing through space.
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Who is lying there silently
in the darkest nook of a soul?
A desolate entity in tatters
brooding over a time
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They sing song of sadness
they sing song of pai
they sing song of wingless bird
they sing tattered lyrics in broken rhythm
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Leave me alone
mirror cries, I am tired
what I display
men dislike.
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A man is moving
as much as his waning spirit
and his dwindling courage allow
as much as his jammed joints permit,
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Break me if you can,
I am already broken

Kill me
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Vacant chair
desolate lawn
air
pregnant with words
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I wish death for earth.

Mother earth I immensely love you.
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Dying memories
shattered dreams
sinking desires
held for decades
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Long innings dwindling.

Darkest cloud
descends all sides
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Amid, debris of fallen building blocks
amid, thundering roar of bombs
amid, flames dancing hysterically
on the charred dead bodies
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Blood soaked arms detached from the body
and blood soaked legs
and blasted ribs and blasted heads
and blasted guts and blasted breasts,
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Desolate burnt out sun circle
rests on a point
over tangent of horizon,
a flock of birds
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