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Shall I wish or perish, Keats,
In your remembrances?
I saw closed doors with black ribbons of your choice
And heard laces humming late hymns.
The cold winter races up to the moon forever.
Yet in all times do I find you, warm as wine and fever;
Only in death does ice on ice grow like a tree.

Draw on me; divine me,
I wait at the threshold, eager to be called in.
Yet. Yet, you speak only in riddles.
Malachite and mirrors do adorn your windows,
Why don’t you let me through too?

I saw those fences in mourning;
Alabaster-clad winds and alcoholic fire –
Your friends in desire.
Drown me in a cup of hot chocolate,
Smother me with poetry.
Is that too much to ask for?

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The State of Keatsian Drunkenness Shall I wish or perish, Keats, In your remembrances? I saw closed doors with black ribbons of your choice And heard laces humming late hyms. The cold winter races up to the moon forever. Yet in all times do I find you, warm as wine and fever; Only in death does ice on ice grow like a tree. Draw on me; divine me, I wait at the threshold, eager to be called in. Yet. Yet, you speak only in riddles. Malachites and mirrors do adorn your windows, Why don't you let me through too? I saw those fences in mourning; Alabaster-clad winds and alcoholic fire – Your friends in desire. Drown me in a cup of hot chocolate, Smother me with poetry. Is that too much to ask for? #poetry #literature #words #creative #keats #poem #nanziedragon

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Bright lights would perish, all of a sudden.
Those that persevere, ember to ember, flame to flame, shall remain.

Erebus shall dine on light, night after night.
You and I, we shall keep adding coal to this fire.

Gorging on corpses, Nekhbet saw afar a tomb-
Painted grey and red, darling I knew it was yours.

“Hide it from her eyes”, you said.
I stood bemused: “Are you a better lover or her?”, I asked.

Soul withers; alas, were you too bright?
I counted the pebbles nigh yon Nile amid your bones, teeth, etc.

Adieu to your flame, I said;
Along with life, death and other things.

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Find me in an ocean falling for pearls;

Drowning for memories, falling for pearls ..

Build me an ocean yonder that sea..

Build me all that I’ve left unseen..

Find me the memories, garish and gay;

Deranged in misery, arranged in may.

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You and I, we’re infinite;

Hence it is fated that we’d never meet.

Parallel in universes 

Parted by mindsets,

United by tristesse infinie

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T/N : Triste Infiniment : Infinitely Sad ; Tristesse infinie: Infinite sadness / melancholy

I was born from the ashes of you

Time and again, I burst into flames

Just like how you did once.

I am your memory enclosed in history.

That history which stands alone.

Lovesick, and puny desires of teenage days stranded

In some faraway shore.

You and me, at this far end of the world,

We stand alone;

Together.

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Dedicated to Joonie (Joon), my lovely cat-friend, My White Knight. 

Under another sky

Where crabs fly

And dreams take no wings

I’ll come rolling

On to the meadow

To find you strolling

On a lazy every-day-afternoon.

Fishes and feathers everywhere

For you to play and fight with.

They, who were waiting

For their brother,

From a faraway Night.

You closed your eyes on me

As the pains embraced you.

I embraced your dying body,

Listened to your last heartbeats,

As I poured the last drops of water

You’ll ever have,

A drop of crystalline universe,

In your eyes, formed.

And then the warmth left you;

Your body, a numb monument

Of our memories together.

As I handed you over

To the Other World,

I let myself fall

And rise again.

I thought words were all that I had

But you taught me they were not enough

To bid you goodbye.

– In Memory of My White Knight. 

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06-001z

It was fifty-four past six.
Summer has gone to sleep
But its heat is still resting peacefully on the busy roads
And on concrete monuments with no history.
Birds become sailors, fighting against the mighty pirates of the sky:
Wind.
The lonely woman paced on the terrace,
Looking for the stars
In a sky that was all grey-black and blue-grey.
The techno-jazz beats of the human-made chariots,
The honking and the roars.
Five kittens and she, they paced the roof.
Will it rain: the coconut palms might know
Since they swayed omnisciently
Even as the heat permeated the air.
Wayside chefs sweated for their salaries
While the glorified proofreaders lazily slept
Owing to the lack of papers to flip.
Hawkers and vendors raised their voices:
Tamil, Malayalam or Hindi?
The kittens probably didn’t know any of these.
The blue deepened; the wind picked up its pace.
Is there a match tomorrow?
Her eyes met another late-terrace-pacer’s
And they both walked off to their cocoons,
Away from humanity,
Away from the cognizant eyes.

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