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Lines more lunatic than the sun – 9

for her 
who looks most beautiful in red orna
i’m carrying the best wishes of those lilies 
blooming on the iron-grill

When the blue-lotus is becoming more intense 
within the rain pipe
i’ve lost the gate-pass of my earthly-birth

this world of secret inclinations and intentions 
written in the letters of wild-jasmine

here to take a step 
there is the ring-worms 
to extend the hand 
there is hydrophobia

so many nicknames for the boat-sinking 
so many infiltrations

here the information from akrur catered much more 
on the skin of masala-muri 
than on the misti-dai
much more dance of the algebra 

when by the hands 
stolen from the sheep-herd 
i’m sweeping the fallen leaves 
it repeatedly comes to my mind today 
that many market-price does not see me alive 
even-then each powder-puff is scripting me 
on the soap-water

Lines more lunatic than the sun – 10

then 
owing to the pollen-grains  
i can’t become a good goal-keeper

even a morning 
overcastted with nimbus 
does not walk 
catching the finger of the clap of the thunder 
courtesy the james-clip 
in her malkosh is playing on 
the caw
the news-paper hawker 
the maid-servant 
though with some different bonding 
with some different lighting

so much lachrymose on the cover of the opposite-water
as if at the gate of the candle-manufacturing-plant 
some one by the capsicum get attached 
the well-being information of the bison that breaks easily   
and after stealing some over-boundaries 
from the store of the un-timely spring 
mingles with the pages of physics 
a ratnti-kali-puja 
that’ve got titillations  from the nail-polish

through the act of walking
i’m 
as i can guess 
going to become drunk-mad

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