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Let my poetry usher you to my photographs


May 2016



A lone lulling lamp in the middle of the lounge

Told two timid armchairs to stand still

While it launched a long lingering lullaby for the three tall tulips

Who were waving at the seven silent square frames on the white wall

As the six family photo frames watched

The rain roaring and running down wildly outside the window in a free fall…

It’s a noisy conversation in tight lips.








Silent Witness


Silence has never been this loud

When only the eyes who shout

While the tongue stares in blank

Words are trapped in the back of mouth

Like a tight lid of a candy jar who pouts

All the desires to speak that sank





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