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The old story of boat and brothers

The old story of boat and brothers.

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Conversion

Conversion.

Be careful,when you deal with me.
Things are not at all happening
the way they should, they would.
A converting machine is working
somewhere! A force pulling
everything in its stomach twirling.
As if,finding more meanings
except one it means is its only job.

I am afraid,really afraid
things will never be the same again.
I am afraid, you’ll soon
dislike this person who cannot say
yes to your yes
and no to no,anymore.
Friends,I am afraid,I’ll
lose you more who are already lost.

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Death of an Evening

Death of an Evening.

I will probably write a poem
to hang this evening till death.

No hope that it will survive
the harassment of time unkind.

Else,I kept this evening for you
but you have lost the reason to take it.

Wish those days did not change
and I had no reason to interpret

what you say and what you mean
and what you mean but never speak out.

Wish I did not buy that instrument
which only increases the distance.

I could then arrive to your door by walking
to give you no chance of saying any excuse.

But most of our wishes are not fulfilled
so I’ll not move and allow this evening to perish.

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Miss you cosera

Miss you cosera.

I miss my friend cosera.She is missing.
I’m worried about her laptop.
It was friendly when she reported last
on this friday morning from
the land of the Humming Bird
“lere” of the Arawaks
The Island of the Trinity
La Isla de la Trinidad
as Christopher Columbus
renamed her.

Though we always remain
at nine and a half hour-hand
distance
though our mornings
never meet each other
though we always look
at the other side of this sky
our ethereal soul would meet
and discuss
the anatomy of hearts.
We would jointly look
into the abyss of the time bygone
and would feel the thrill of exploring
the match in our chromosomal types.

I miss you spicy, I miss you.
I miss the taste of your hand-
made saada roti and choka
I miss the aroma of your tawah and chulha
I miss your peaceful morning
feeding the folks of hungry birds.

Fight cosera fight.
Fight with the mechanic to deliver
your laptop fast
completely repaired and free from all bugs
for this heart is too fragile a thing
which breaks too often or at least
gets deleted in a computer crash
accidentally, Julie,
you are someone
I’m missing so much.