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Beginnings
by Vinita Deshmukh
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  Poetry stained on napkin
wine seeping through
Once I think I had said
wine keeps you sober
It's life that you are on.
Little did I know then,
it's the napkin that soaks it all.

Did you know,
Wine leaves marks and markers behind.
Blood washes out.

Staring at the tube-light and the million gazes
through the strains of the cobwebs
I wonder
Why do they bother with so much
when no one sees them?

Yesterday in my head
around my head
I dreamt of you
Pink, pale, yellow and yelling

It was the ink I suppose which spilled over and
pennies dropped soundlessly into the bottomless sea
seamless.
Counting them with the stars
and the tube light gaze
asking.

Who is it that stays here?

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