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Kabir – Slander

Posted on January 22, 2022 by niebla

Kabir Slander Slander! Slander! People deride me –folks truly love to smear and tarnish.Slander’s my father, slander’s my mother. If your name has been blackened, you’ll go to Vaikuntha –the true Name’s meaning will set itself in your mind. There’s … Continue reading →

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A world ends

Posted on August 6, 2021 by niebla

Slowly slowly theworld slowly slowly slowlyends (evanesces) – Niebla (© 2021)

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Many years ago

Posted on October 17, 2019 by niebla

For N. B. I played you my newly burnt CD with Kanika Banerjee songs You said She sounds like a dying goat and laughed and laughed – Niebla (© 2019) NoteKanika Banerjee (1924 – 2000) was an Indian Rabindra Sangeet … Continue reading →

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Jasmin

Posted on April 20, 2018 by niebla

I wish I could record the fragrance of its flowers and send it to everyone. – Niebla (© 2018)

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Silence

Posted on February 9, 2017 by niebla

Things are as they are and do not need poetic embroidery. – Niebla (Haven’t been writing much poetry in some time, and this may supply some explanation. Quite apart from the fact that I’m opposed to poetic embroidery in principle.)

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You exist

Posted on May 31, 2015 by niebla

You exist Your place is where eyes look at you. Where eyes meet you come into being. Held by a call, always the same voice, everyone appears to be calling in one voice. You could fall, but you won’t. Eyes … Continue reading →

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Vaguely familiar

Posted on March 30, 2007 by niebla

Ne ma stria, aún no ma: stitia hu, bahut melancholy, ne ma stria. – Niebla Note A fibonacci in what language? Several? None? The dadaists did this kind of sound stuff; mostly it was meant to sound funny, an effect … Continue reading →

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