Being a stitch
much needed at the moment
it saved from shame.
Being a stitch
sewed at the brink of time
rescued from disgrace.
Could be a simple stitch
a joining of two ends
did not allow any loose ends.
Day: May 7, 2016
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The Way He Speaks.
Speaks with a knowledge
if in a subject
I would acknowledge .
Speaks with an air
if in a single issue
it would be fair.
Speaks with pride
if in an individual matter
I would go for the ride.
Speaks not with shame
if in a simple one
I would remain tame.
Speaks he with arrogance
almost everywhere
I throw him out in irreverence.
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Refurbishing
I am refurbishing
redoing all my poems
honing and polishing
what all I have written
could go through a process
where repetition and corrections
would stretch too far
creating a sensation of monotony
I wrote my poems as it came to my mind
most are raw straight from the heart
underwent no dressing, no arrangements
a random write in a rambling
the process has started
bear with me all through.
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