Deepak Amembal

From true rain
Drought floats, beyond
The fire cloud,
To patiently stay,
...

Get the moon elsewhere
The lights look calm
And their fire in heaven
Is tingling
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Where the lonely
Make philosophers laugh
Winter trades insanity
To find
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Timeless ripples
Pass unbidden
As the magic
Bathes that
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The light drizzle
Does little to help
Lift the gloom
But settles the dust
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All the intellectual outpourings

Drown the emotions
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Trimmed thought
Looked past
The dead
Which killed
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White slabs shattered
the ground
While scattered
geranium dreams
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By night
A wandering roar
And ebbing clouds
Shape the deep moonlight
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To be Abhaya
is reflected
in my future
as I swim through
...

Her gesture
had made the desire
and my old will
worked for
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Some old desire
Distinctly making
Different faces
Dulls a life
...

Eyes waltzed
To favorite smiles
Seen adjusting
The misty mask
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Why this cozy sigh
Sprouted into a
Warm old goodnight
Is because the
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Tomorrow may happen
Yesterday doesn’t
Today is fact
So death never changes
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Climbing constellations
And radiant moonlight
Drift from
Glorious star-shine
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When the temples thunder
through eyes
with bleeding silence
A soft gaze
...

Out awhile
Some memory pause
Great smile
Knowing mind
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Crumpled beneath the smile,
A storm silhouette cannot
Swim,
To face crashing waves
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Jabse tumhe dekha
I am convinced
That nothing is
As enchanting as you
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