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TWELVE FIFTY - Amar Basil
Eyes opened to an undefined gaze
Stained with deafening shadow;
This quietness glowed undisturbed.
Gracefully, the feeble air walked
It touched all over me
Like whiff of distant hum.
Engulfed in that little sweetness,
I moaned...I burned...
Could I embalm these tides?
Should I savour nature’s kiss?
Like one that ended before
The touch of a lover’s lips.
My moments glided into muse,
Helplessly wooed to sensitivity
And I couldn’t help the gush
Of smudgy laugh, reverberating deceit
Such conspiracy of smothering silence
Submerged in sunken dreamlessness
Enlaced in the Blues’ kingly hues
I yearned slavishly for dawn.
‘Twelve fifty!’ The tardy arrows pointed
The night still riding at ease-
It mocked at my yellow
Rubbing its back on my window.
Twelve fifty five...
Amar Basil
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