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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

03 March, 2005

i am nirvana

who am I?
I am nirvana:
budding in the folds of your legs,
waiting to bloom,
as you wake up
from your banyan enclave
and step out -
into the expanse
of another routine day ...



Blogger khuto said...

this poem surprises - the flower of nirvana waiting to bloom in the fold of your legs - and surprise is what one expects from poetry - but somehow it becomes more "routine" by the end - perhaps a reference back to this nirvana at the end? a possible hint, though this also doesn't work - may be - as you wake up / from your banyan enclave / she folds back / withering / into the expanse / of your routine day

06 March, 2005 11:08  
Blogger Geetanjali said...

Call me a philistine, but this read rather sexual (of want of a less offending word, I use this one) to me...

07 March, 2005 10:37  

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