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    Asha Iyer Kumar
    • Nov 4, 2018
    • 1 min
    Poetry / Insta Verse

    Quick Scribbles – 001

    (1) The insomniac night Is my part-time lover. It keeps me company, Conversing through the dark, shallow stillness. Jilted lovers of sleep We share our tales of betrayal, Weep and wet the wee hours And when the first purple dawns on the distant fringes, Night quietly leaves. In its sleep-deprived eyes, There is a promise to return. Yet again, when darkness falls And all else goes to slumber, We shall be awake. Part- time lovers – The night and I. (2) If these mute things arou
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    This isn’t us!
    Asha Iyer Kumar
    • Jun 28, 2017
    • 1 min

    This isn’t us!

    During which phase of evolution did the blood in our veins get replaced with vitriol, So much so that if a mosquito bites and we scratch, what we spill is black venom, As if it’s all we are left with to spare, to share, from the vastness we have acquired. In which moment of our endless uncovering did we become aliens to our quintessence? NO. THIS ISN’T US. This isn’t what our mothers had conceived us to be, These vampires aren’t what they had borne in their bellies. This putr
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    Behind the bamboo blinds
    Asha Iyer Kumar
    • Apr 23, 2017
    • 1 min
    Poetry / Insta Verse

    Behind the bamboo blinds

    I couldn’t love you on the sly, From behind the bamboo blinds that smelled of a distant wilderness – wet, green and laved with gossamer memories. It broke my breath to smithereens to merely stand and watch you pass by, as if you were a nymph in a lucid dream. The stars are the shards that flew to the sky to watch over on my ceaseless sighs. Wary of refusal and infamy I couldn’t profess it to you through my heart’s tenuous beat; If you walked away scattering my virtuous plea,
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