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Back to 'My Poems -- Navigation'
1989
Intersections Of Mystery
Your bodily angles and curvature
In the depths of night do seem
Precise in form as well as nature,
And at each touch, I hear this scream:Don't pull a line.
Why sharpen a curve?
Blunting angles is a crime.
Why roughen a swerve?But every night, my dear caress --
I pull and sharpen, blunt and roughen.
Then your sounds are like the press
Announcing: Your geometry's betterin'.
Ruminative Lines
your presence, like chlorophyll
rejuvenates life -- creates gussets.
Rajpath for a jalopy!in the silence, a shrill
sound -- like from trinkets,
chisels inorganic bonds and a freestate of mind. Let us fill
and refill such moments in buckets
holding hands for a canopy.
One, Two, And The Difference
dear husband,
years back when i left my home
i left a job
and the battle-front of academics
only to discover that marriage
is not merely leaving
but leaving and searching for the same things.together we built a home
together we began our search
for all that i had left behind --
relationships. job. power of academics.measured by calipers
we neither won nor lost.
we simply added
and integrated values.
togetherness was synonymous with life.
i lived even when alone,
but, dear husband,
only you and i in progressive waves
of passion could've designed
our son.
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