Rice is cooked to be rice. It’s the same name, yet not the same. Raw then cooked—
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Cooked
Tag: poet
(In)Visible Monster
Not under the bed, it’s what she’s slept with since she was a cute baby.
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Love Day
What is love day?
A day when love is precious?
Only once a year?
How stingy human being is!
To express love only on that day—
Maybe they are afraid
Of saying love to
That they love dearly.
Maybe expression is
Embarrassing and too low
That they dump it cruelly.
Maybe love is considered a myth
Scientifically unproven
That it is skipped.
Maybe….
So much maybe.
I will still love
You
In silence
As
Love has made my heart pretty
Although rejection and ignorance
Once made it ugly.
All days are my love days.
To my
Beloved—
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Forgiven But Never Forgotten
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Remembrance about the beloved is river flowing to the sea.
Catching Dreams
Feathers fall off from the wings of flying-high birds. Dreams ready to catch—
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Singing Heart
This heart sings. Its notes witness through pitch and tempo. Genres of the soul—
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A Dyed Heart
This heart is flowing fluid
Filling the soul with
Redness of bravery
And rage;
Pinkness of romance
And lust;
Orangeness of warmth
And attention craver;
Yellowness of glory
And jealousy;
Greenness of tranquility
And envy;
Blueness of peace
And mourning;
Whiteness of singularity,
And fear;
Blackness of mystery
And death.
When the soul blinks,
A spectrum ray chutes down
On to the ocean of mind,
Illuminates what’s to solve.
Is your face dyed as your heart is dyed, Beloved?
And your words
Your footsteps
Your breaths
Touch?
Or, layers of curtains shade your true colours?
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Green Everywhere
Green everywhere accompanies traveler on the way to a gate.
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Radiant
The day is aglow, as radiant as garden with colourful grows.
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With green as background….
Well Done
The wind flies dry leaves to where travel’s light and memory’s full. Well done—
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Greed
All have right to live, yet some by greedily eating up others. Sigh.
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Broken
What’s broken’s broken until connected again. Never be the same—
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Home
There’s always a home for a wanderer. Sweet home— Sweeter than sugar.
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Floating So High
Keeping afloat, buoyant freely swaying playing the waves in the sky—
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Library
Curated sources of knowledge is a vast deep ocean to dive in.
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A few from Topkapi Palace
Turkish Evil Eye
Eyes blink to clean themselves, to not see things except Turkish evil eye.
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Those Love Around
You don’t need so much love to find love around. Make it with a little love.
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Missing Pixels
Missing you is losing some pixels from mind; life becomes less vibrant.
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Bird Eye View
Fly. See land from above. Wide, broad, one whole. Bird eye, one gift from heaven—
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Journey
A journey starts. A journey ends. A route is colourful when observed—
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A Loving Visit
A loving visit beyond time and space. Salaam. Universe answers.
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One
One by one one makes dream come true one way or another. Best wishes.
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Nothing Is Wasted
Nothing is wasted; only goes through cycles and uses. Or don’t use.
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Written
Written on this soul, your footsteps making sweet songs sung by the green birds.
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Good Morning
Hi morning, let’s dance. Tell tomorrow I’m happy to dance in all tunes.
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Travel
Travel light is fun,
With so little to carry.
Prancing deer,
Safe in the forest,
No tiger,
No bear,
Just green and breeze.
Travel full is peace,
With all so prepared.
Walking elephant,
Graceful in the desert,
No hyena,
No lion,
Just sun and breeze.
Let’s travel
With light heart,
Flying eagle,
Free in the high,
No storm,
No lightning,
Just blue and breeze.
Let’s travel
With full heart,
Humming alpaca,
Peaceful in the hill,
No distress,
No agitation,
Just earth and breeze.
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Your Eyes
Your eyes, Beloved
Drown me to a depth of soul
Where you hide nowhere.
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CNY Is An Inch Away
Another new year with another long weekend. Added holiday—
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Magic Ears
There’s a prancing deer
To tiger forgetting fear.
A striped body’s near.
Luck! The dear has magic ears.
It dashes and disappears.
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It Does Well
It sways flexibly
In stormy days.
It grows calmly
In sunny days.
It roots perennially
In the meadow.
It sings;
It hums;
It mutes;
It sees;
It hears;
It touches;
It tastes;
It smells;
In silence
Perfectly.
It does well.
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rike jokanan 
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