• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 12
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I Tremble

My fingers tremble
in presence of some people

people
whose presence
breaks me down like the
grammar of a language
half-learnt

learning
uneasy learning
like getting sogged
in sand-water

water
trembles with my touch
like a tilted painting
hung on the blades of the shoulder

of people in whose presence
I tremble

I tremble
like a disembowelled fish
on hot oil
slippery with its personal
life-less-ness

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I Tremble

like moon in un-still water
like clouds in a stormy weather
like the lid over boiling rice-water
like the fan moves a feather
like sparks from a cracker

in presence of some people

I tremble

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