some poems

at war with vacuum
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when she died,
she looked indifferent.
yes, i remeber she wanted to
and so much.

now that where she used to sit
how she used to sit
when she used to sit
is empty.


the no one who might call
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my phone was silent
the whole of yesterday
or even may be
before that.

finally i decided on
the sad note of violin to play
for the no one who might call
to litsen.


gargi
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she was a scholar
the only woman amoung seven listed
she questioned
her husband, a man
in presence of thousands
and so long ago

but how do i care..
i need to name myself again
i need it of my own.


when you arent here
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the memories flood,
i've been mad
i've been wild
i've been in love
and you've been beautiful
my sweet little boy.

in your presence,
you remind me
of that uncommon bitterness.