Raghurama Raju

No, that's not the way
One should compose a poem!
If everybody understands
What's great about it?
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Green, most often!
Red and biege, other times!
Colourful and colourless,
Camouflage or something,
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' Dear, Shall we buy a Saree today? '
'No, I do not need at all! I have too many! '
'Darling! You aren't as interested as earlier! '
'May be! One can't bethe same forever! '
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Colours and colours, everywhere!
To spread, sprinkle and spray
Across the faces and upon the clothes!
Chasing or being chased is just for fun!
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What is there,
In that remote village?
Where buses and trains
Never run in your life!
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We are men.
We don't know how and what women look for in men!
But we know much about ourselves.
We look at women as lumps of flesh
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Not now and then,
But again and again,
I do open
My worn out phone
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They are peculiar stuff
They don't seem to live in the present
Nor do they belong to the past for sure
Their world is different and timeless
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Waves,
Tiny waves -
In a cool, calm
Serene tank
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I know the pain in your eyes
Though my eyes are fixed on your flawless skin
I also know what made you do such things!
Fake emotions in your face
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Winter this year,
Is truly severe!
In the chilly morning,
even tooth paste
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Whenever I think of Christ,
I think of a lean man in his
late twenties or early thirties!
I think of a man with
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There was a boy
There was a girl
The boy loved her
Though he never said it to her,
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Exactly at twelve
in the night,
on the last day of December,
streets explode with joy!
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As a child, I was too young
to be called young!
But my father was young!
And my mother was young!
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There is no such thing
Called darkness!
Light suddenly disappears
and relaxes elsewhere
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Rain water in a quick, roaring stream,
Runs thick and deep brown,
In the silent streets of a city
As if the hasty feet of pretty angels,
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I have a decent house
I have a nice car
My children are well-settled
The balance in my bank account
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The yard is still wet
The lights glow faintly in the room
The women have swollen eyes
Some stand under the fan
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When I'm reading a Neruda's poem
A mosquito flies around my bare legs!
I slump on the floor and look under the couch
It shows up for a brief second but disappears fast!
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