Everytime the door bell rang
It is you, my sloppy heart sang
And...
Everytime the phone beeped
It is you, my thoughts leaped
Samy
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Kashur Kot is Kashmiri for Kashmiri lad. These are notes of one such tramp, from Kashmir and beyond. Prone to instant outbursts of laughter/creativity, I operate from wherever life takes me. Catch me at sameer20[at]gmail.com!
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4 comments:
Whatever ur philosophy, to me you look like an existentialist. Your poems and thoughts traverse a spectrum: love, dread, longing, freedom, awareness and consciousness of existing. I am sure many of your peer group will find it hard to follow or understand you!
To Max: This guy has a lot of talent. I wish he is noticed sooner better than later.
Dr. AK Jha
There is a theory that every new poem, like an engineer's drawing, should sum up all that has gone before and take it a step further, which means that before anything worthwhile can be written everything worthwhile must be read.
The proof of a poem is not that we have never forgotten it, but we knew at sight we never could forget it. you write very well.
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