i’m so scared i’m slipping
that i think i might cry
Posted on August 27th, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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Soliloquy
Ahpiss
If there be a piece
called ‘La Pathetique’
It would be echoing
in my second drawer
Loud and dripping over
paper that someone
once saw
Posted on August 26th, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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Vague/ Ambiguous?
Unruly as I am tidy
as you are
Bright light in small
cups which might
have been filled
with sweet thick milk
Love like payasam
thick and wholesome
and nauseous
when had too much
You play with the
tips of my fingers
and the ends
of my toes
Would it take an
archaeologist to
scrape all the surfaces
of verbose poetry
To find a little story
that was buried
beneath all the
time in the world
Mostly [...]
Posted on August 23rd, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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Ambi
Is all poetry
a definition of ambiguity
When I say my love for you
is ambiguous, It doesn’t mean
it is vague.
Reasonable Interpretation
to the rescue of poetic carelessness.
Philosophers rushed to the
rescue and asked me
where the commas
separated the declarations
So when you touched
her,
was it your finger
that touched
or your soul
that touched your
finger
that touched her
Ambiguously yours
Posted on August 23rd, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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So very special
Coaxing the floating rib
to finally give up
control and
sit with the perfect body
The beautiful soul bathing
in sun and the moon
While tears fall on
curved edges
Mirrors in your eyes
You and your beliefs
are pouring down the
neck of the
hourglass
What can i give
except sniffles
and laughter
What is so special
about falling
The floating rib is
rocking
like a little boat in
the sea
Posted on August 23rd, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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Stinging the Numb
Something in the air has made the last few days exceptionally hard on the spirit. Like damp air that entered a box and robbed it of its crisp laughter.
In some mundane hour of yesterday, I lapsed into listening to a song in my head. A song that had flooded light on some dark night [...]
Posted on August 20th, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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Some jazz gone quiet
There has to be a reason, beyond being able to sit, that drives one to home.
But the reasons cannot be composed of circuits.
My life revolves around screens and wires right now.
My music seems strangely quiet.
Posted on August 20th, 2004 by Neha Viswanathan
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