overdue haiku

you might be alone,
you might as well recreate it
a crowd out of crowd

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it’s all personal
the political comes with
positional price

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i reached the city
living out of aeroplanes,
live in reclusion

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alone in a home
outside it is more painful
little ironies

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i was making up
then excommunicated
like purposefully

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it can be millions
maybe more, the path to home;
yet a breath away

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internet speaks loud
make a home, living, at ease
as if it’s alright

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fellow travellers
what do you do in extremes?
flee or face the fire?

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memories intact
physically too apart
wind up nostalgia

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india remains
yet i’m far away in it;
the thought remains good

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wait for sixty years
change the name and name the change
new colonists’ dreams

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with fair and dark skins
in one home and habitat,
discriminate not

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coconut quotient
it might not mean anything;
ten to one hundred

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the north or the south
or it’s the east and the west
—blissfully nowhere