April Aubade Poems

in the flares of twilight
This gloomy night of patience will burn someday
We are the niche of hope, says the ashes of dawn
For every painful thorn...

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In the clutch,her gentle touch,away from slutch,outside hutch
Bereft of words
But never the eyes do lie,beneath the blue sky,she and i

a garnet ring, on her finger...

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In the coldest zephyr,
I heard your voice as an elegy in the gust of wind

" I am the pen,
 and  you are my ink.
Together,we...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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i was truly in damn
when i realized you entered love dam
i was surprised how he was allowed
and what made it not to be loud
you could...

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(A village in the Khasi hills)

Sickly pine trees in tiny clusters
On balding hillocks with grey grass
Fighting harsh battle for survival
Against bronchial suffocation
Of dust storms stirred...

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(for Scarlets of the world)

Scarlet was born in a house of ill repute.
She learnt early how to use lipsticks, and
Dreams never visited her.

Enslaved by carnivorous...

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On the snow
A piece of sky
A blue umbrella...

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One hot summer day,
Unable to bear the scorching heat,
I was lying on the floor
In front of the portable fan, and
I saw 
My neighbour's two year...

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LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT HER
She lit my soul on fire for her from the very start.
She's the one I feel at peace with when...

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Madness
 Stood by the window, saw a man with a cane, walking 
down the road, I waited for him to return waited all day long
till...

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The arrival of the vermin
It has now been confirmed there more rats
then people in Paris, I`m thinking of the furry kind 
that lives under floorboards...

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Alentejo food
 I`m boiling a pernil (pork knuckles) with
plenty of vegetables and slow cooks it until
the meat falls from the bone I pick it up
cut...

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The singularity of my voice, 
Wailing out in this dark, wild, and philistine-infested wilderness
Today; Its uniqueness alone amongst several million babbling, 
Balbutient tongues, and inked pens and...

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Favourite Novelists 

Of all the American writers I knew of
some favourites remain, like Theodore Dreiser.
John Dos Passos, John Steinbeck and 
Ernest Hemingway. I mentioning him...

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