yellow days
like fraying edges
of old parchment
the dust of vellore
subtly golden
noise pixels
thirsty sun
coffee bean
roasted skin
dead flies
in the canteen
heat-killed conversations.
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My collection in free verse, published by Writer's Workshop, Kolkata. For copies, write to me at ramyasriram1@gmail.com or write to Writers Workshop (click on the cover).
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My collection in free verse, published by Writer's Workshop, Kolkata. For copies, write to me at ramyasriram1@gmail.com or write to Writers Workshop (click on the cover).
6 comments:
nice as usual...
subtly golden - sounds like a paradox.
Very heartfelt. You remind me of me.
ramyaaaaaaa.....din kno u had a blog....awwwwwwsome posts re!!
hey..guess i mistook u for another ramya.... but the compliments are genuine :)
sorry...mistook u for another ramya....but the compliments are genuine :)
"Heat killed conversations". Somehow summarizes the rest of the lines peerfectly.
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