Ni.Bho. Poetry

Tag: growing up

  • Winter of ’09

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    नि.भो.
    in

    It’s cold out thereI don’t sweat anymore when I moveNor my hair is damp after wearing helmet for a whileBike rides and comfortable shorts Time’s somehow frozenYet it’s moving like a gust of windDoesn’t make sense right?Well this is how it is! Smoke’s piling upLungs are chokingTraffic’s streching longer and longerThe wait isn’t getting over…

  • Linear/Non-Linear

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    by

    नि.भो.
    in

    I ride the crests and troughs of lifeLinear or smooth, gentle slopes expectedWh(Y) should be mx plus cBut the constants never stay Sometimes pinkSometimes GreenSometimes Navy Blue, and a smile in between The effort goes onSwitching between Squares, Circles and Rectangles Always trying to fit into the newOstriches are the new black?The base- no matter…