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One night, I fell in Love
with the idea to excavate
all my fragmented scribe
and ink that was spilled to describe
on a crumbled up parchment
in my dingy apartment
 
And Excavated, every word with
fitful fingers acting like scythe
with the tears borne in my eyes
past skin, tissue and rind disguise
until, naked and trembling, I took a
deep breath and dah

excavated back the last word
from the last throbbing ink and my veins
to bare
the messed up tangled sheets
raw, boneless inside still shivering
like heavenly soul caught in cold

with a frenzied look in every brittle word
and screeching like a caged bird
those tangled sheets, started thrusting
its small thin, soft body
again and again
up against the windows pane

searching for an elusive holy fire
to turn its composites into ashen pyres
because essence of those words
was dying from the core
along with the dreams it forswore

Yes, it hurt
no, I don’t know
why I did it
but I walked away letting those sheets loose
get away with the winds

I guess because
it would have hurt more not to

Because that night I fell in love
to fill that negligent corner
and stop the source of
all that poetry.   


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  1. so well written <3

    http://jrnywithprabhu.blogspot.in/

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  2. MY GOOODNESS DUDE!!!!!!!!! How brilliant...especially the way it ended....the source of poetry! :)

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  3. this was sheer magic ankur...loved that dance of words....could picture how the words tried to free themselves like a caged bird trying to get out of the window!!!! truly gifted u are!

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    1. Thank you so much .. i guess we all are :)

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  4. that was brilliant!! i wonder where u get such awesome ideas!

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    1. thank you :) .. reading people like you :)

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  5. What a way to end! Sent a chill down my spine!
    BRILLIANT! :)

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  6. aah this was something. i have these bits of papers in my desk drawer...random scribblings over the years..when i decided to make my blog, i got them all out. i still remember that night..as i read all those accumulated words. oh how this takes me back!

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    1. While writing this i too was remembering all those naught that i wrote on paper over the year .. that i haven't even posted here .. i guess we all are like same when it comes to writing (its just thought and style differs) .. Thanks for reading :)

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  7. Being able to translate words into emotion- you are blessed..:)
    Very well written..:)

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    1. if this is criteria i guess you are more than me in that case :) Thank you :)

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  8. I feel the same sometimes. Old posts and poems, they stir the past emotions. You wrote about it, that's creative.

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    1. i guess we all are same :D .. Thank you :)

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  9. Well written Ankur..touches the right chord of emotion :-)

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  10. Oh ! I wonder how the simple smiley emoticon of : - ) transformed in this way ! LOL

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    1. hahaha.. just some crazy jquery code :D

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  11. wow...very very touching Ankur..

    And bcoz U write so well, I've given U the Sunshine Blog Award! Congrats! Plz visit the link & do the needful!
    http://amritasabat.blogspot.in/2014/04/w-won-sunshine-blog-award-thanks-namrata.html

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    1. Thank you so much amrita .. :) yeah sure !

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  12. truly great flow of thought. Very well written.

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  13. wow!! that was awesome...been long. good to be back at your blog. :)

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    1. thank you .. :) yeah ..glad to see you back :)

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  14. Beautiful poem...very well written

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    1. Thank you for reading .. keep visiting :)

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