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Tandaava



                                                                                                                                                                                       Alien yet a familiar vigour
                                                                                          Akash Sagar Chouhan                                                                          Smokes off residual colours
                                                                                                                                                                                       In bits and pieces mortal burns
                                                                                His  poems  are  a  part  of  few  anthologies  and  Poetry  Festivals  namely                         Little by little winks a bead as it earns.
                                                                                Efflorescence  by  Chennai  Poetry  Circle,  Glomag  by  Glory  Sasikala,  The
                                                                                Virtual Reality (Sparrow Publishers), Guntur Int Poetry Fest and many more.                            The nature to eradicate hunger
                                                                                Akash is a proud member of Soul Scriber's Society, Salem that curates Yercaud                          Is Nataraja in despair amidst peace-mongers?
                                                                                Poetry Festival every year.                                                                            A resonating rendezvous between
                                                                                                                                                                                       celibate angels and avenged lovers
                                                                                                                                                                                       This clay made of hays sieve a stir
                                                                                                                                                                                       in virtuous harmony staring at seers.

                                                                                                                                                                                       Raging flames from caged age
                                                                                                                                                                                       blaze more than average
                                                                                                                                                                                       Is trailing spirited fuel a combustible beverage?
                                                                                                                                                                                       Pawned promises and roles lived
                                                                                                                                                                                       for freedom they yearn
                                                                                                                                                                                       A childless sky learns.








                                                                                                                                                                                       Recess



                                                                                                                                                                                       A mug of thoughts
                                                                                                                                                                                       two spoonful sugar-free words
                                                                                                                                                                                       eyes befriend corners of table
                                                                                                                                                                                       missing legs of every chair.

                                                                                                                                                                                       Merciful three blades fan,
                                                                                                                                                                                       could it flush me, the guest room toilet pan.
                                                                                                                                                                                       However, cycles inspire
                                                                                                                                                                                       time teases again for itches to repair.

                                                                                                                                                                                       Certainly not my footprints off borrowed shoes
                                                                                 A pure heart, pure mind and a pure Soul                                                               laces still race to knot for they love old school
                                                                                                 are like pure water                                                                   unbuttoned blouse pinches butt.
                                                                                            that can never be diluted.                                                                 Tiffin-box mine carries burnt pages nine
                                                                                                                                                                                       better'll be me let go of thine
                                                                                                                                                                                       kleptomaniac lines.
                                                                                                         ...Author
                                                                                                                                                                                       @Akash Sagar Chouhan




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