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Amitabh Ashesh

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Blow Dry Love

Nudged by a poetic, low sun,
Considering a visit to girlfriend,
He felt the face-cupping air…
Suddenly whipped, of late November.

Squirming in a tightening vice,
Cold but strangely kiss-like,
He realized,
Left to its malicious will,
Suck all love… cold will!

The city shook like an autumn leaf,
Then kept for a minute still,
Feeling in its bones
A seeping chill.

On that day of chapped lips,
None in the city could kiss,
Stuck as if in a dreadful dream,
Too late to benefit from cream.

– Bolbul

2 responses to “PP14”

  1. Inner Peace Avatar
    Inner Peace

    Beneath the low sun’s poetic nudge, a city frozen in November’s embrace mirrors the fragility of moments, where the chill of missed kisses becomes a metaphor for the untimely grip of life’s wintry whims. In the silence of chapped lips, it whispers a poignant reminder of fleeting opportunities, a frozen tableau of love deferred.

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  2. Amitabh Ashesh Avatar
    Amitabh Ashesh

    Thanks much for the warming note

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