Vinaya Joseph Poems

I saw from my bus window,
On a bright September,
Looming imposingly,
A lone teak in the graveyard
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People were making merry,
Something was awry,
Was it the gloominess of my heart?
That obscured me,
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No, I am not
Such a misnomer it is,
I felt…
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Sometimes I think,
Life is a paradox,
How absurd we humans are,
People here are in a mad race,
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On my way to work,
As I walked along the
Tiled and cemented pavement,
On the busy MG Road
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As a dark August went by without much fanfare,

And a bright September stepped in demure,
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I write,
A little prayer,
For my dear friend
On a weekend
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You paid a visit,
In the wet season,
And sat on the corner,
Of my window
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This morning, I lay down
In the open,
On my terrace
Silently appreciating
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'On a lovely
October night,
As my sight,
Fell on the winding clock,
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