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Devi-Ganguly
Devi Ganguly Aug 22, 20156 Responses

1.

 I stand alone at the bottom,

 as though i start,

 because I do.

 

2.

Home is as i know it,

home is home is home, forlorn.

 

3.

The mystic sound of,

croaking frogs and gurgling drains,

rainfall on the grey pavements.

 

4.

Bleached moonbathing,

rum-soaked afternoons,

all for one, one for all.

 

5.

Stones of speculation are,

a far cry from you to me.

 

6.

Madness is a choice,

just as you choose to look,

I choose to lie.

 

7.

I hide my soul behind my body.

Where have you been?

All of you?

 

8.

Beak on beak,

yellow lemon tarts go dry with the presence of love.

 

9.

To be is to want to be

and try to be,

over a cup of tea.

 

10.

The redundancy of civilized living

reflects in glass-door shops,

selling bodies of star fishes.

 

11.

Poetry has as much sense in thought,

as in lonesome dinners.

 

12.

Immaculate is the sea,

uncertain as the soul

that keeps coming back.

 

13.

To the dust on gravestones and poetry,

time taught you to settle.

 

14.

Dreams of purple suns,

leading to days of yore,

what was and what shall.

 

15.

Smiling is denying,

muscles stretching without permission.

I stretching to smile.

 

16.

You are the aggression,

in my fight for bread and butter.

 

17.

The music of monsoon

holds you back,

like a magician.

 

18.

Deranged,

somewhat passive,

I narrate in portions.

 

19.

Death is when knowledge comes to me

and never leaves.

 

20.

The ghost leaves the body,

as hysteria walks backward.

Freedom.

  • Varun
    Varun Chawla

    I really like the ones in number 6(Madness), 9(Tea) and 12(Sea). Number 9, which I understand as even the simplest of acts and as mundane of daily occurrences as preparing and consuming tea are a reflection of who we are, is specially acute. Love the 12, it pertains to nature. Nature is always beautiful.

  • Priyal-Gagan
    Priyal Gagan

    9 to 13 & Death

    are my favourites 

    from your surreal memory ~

  • Devi-Ganguly
    Devi Ganguly

    Humbled.

  • Amir-Mondal
    Amir Mondal

    Where have you been Devi ?

    All of u ?

  • Devi-Ganguly
    Devi Ganguly

    In an abyss, Amir.

  • BizarroMan
    Advait

    Haiku is poetry in the instance, 

    moments are fleeting.

    This moment I submerge in thought.