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Ecologues

TELL ME YOU WILL CHOOSE ME

Tell me you will choose me When the decision has to be made Whether I am dark and gloomy Or bright and sunny Whether I am lava and burning Or serene and florid Tell me you will choose me In all my hues In all my grooves In all my volition Tell me you will choose me When the decision has to be made Read More >

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BEFORE I GIVE MYSELF OVER TO YOU ENTIRELY

I crave to live different emotions with you, Take different trips with you, feel varied highs with you  before I give myself over to you entirely I crave for an epicurean trip with you so I know how we navigate our sweet, our sour and our bitter  and come back home bonded with you I crave for an adventure trip with you so I know   how we fair in the…

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WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH ME THIS HOLI, KANHA?

Asked a playful Radha, what would you do with me this Holi, Kanha? Radhe, the winter is over as earth leans towards the sun I would do with you what earth does to the sun I would do with you what sun does to the glacier I would do with you what warm soil does to the winter hibernation I would do with you what breeze does to the grasslands…

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AND THEN

I will keep looking  For that one thing Which would, change the way  I look at things Or the way  Things look at me And then Thereon Time for me Would be separated By  Before that thing And  After that thing Read More >

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WHY-OH-WHY

For guarding her honour with the nerve no man had And laying your own on the line To finding her nerves with delicate modesty When her wardrobe nose-dived For being her steel To being her sheath  You are an index A metaphor The evidence This is why-oh-why You are beyond judgments Unmatched The peerless Read More >

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HOW EARTH IS CRAZY ABOUT SUN

It’s almost amusing  How Earth is crazy about Sun The way it pirouettes on its axis Circling the Sun Around the year, year on year It seems almost desperate  How it tilts towards the Sun Scorches its face in the summer months Sulks short of sunlight over the winter months Darkens short of daylight in the polar winter On days when sun refuses to rise at all Come January dancing…

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THE SENSUALITY OF EFFORTS

How sensual is the simplicity of efforts Efforts those are as modest as white linen Much like unassumingly-stately classics The ones that feel like feather on our skin and Nothing less than sultriness on our senses How sensual is the simplicity of efforts Of a few stolen smiles or a quick kiss on a busy day Or a speechless assurance by eyes conveying – I am there for you Or…

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