Before the matchstick
turns darker than its head
flaming golden, it
gives your face
a third eye
red, oxygen sucking red
yours to suck in
a lungful of smoke
before the matchstick
warps into death.
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About Me
- Anand Vishwanadha
- Hello and welcome! I am someone who is passionate about poetry and motorcycling and I read and write a lot (writing, for me has been a calling, a release and a career). My debut collection of English poems, "Moving On" was published by Coucal Books in December 2009. It can be ordered here My second poetry collection, Ink Dries can be ordered here Leave a comment or do write to me at ahighwayman(at)gmail(dot)com.
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Meet Annie the author8 years ago
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Poems online3 years ago
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Alice Munro: Marathons in Sprint5 months ago
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Another Rakshabandhan – without any suraksha2 months ago
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Dreaming of Ladakh10 months ago
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An Even Dozen4 years ago
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Indian in Space: A phony Socialist trick12 years ago
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Recipe – Easy Apple Halwa4 years ago
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