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written by: Daipayan Nair


A sea of the unknown
Pressing the world's head
Like a blue turban, cap, scarf, shade, veil
The neon blue magic
In this cosmo-earth
Further disintegrated into earthly bars
Where attractive bouncers
Don't attract the white smoke

In reality, where even baldness is premium
Bald roofs, bald heads
Hair upon bald & not bald upon hair
White shades, much nearer,
In constant movement
In a constant returning
Is always an option

The best intoxication
To accept what's the nearest;
Be dead right there.

Daipayan Nair

Daipayan Nair

Born in 1988 in a small town of Silchar, Assam, India. Daipayan Nair is freelance writer/columnist, poet, fiction writer and essayist. His works have been published in a lot of printed anthologies and online poetry journals like The Poetry Breakfast, The Galway Review, Tuck Magazine, 1947 Literary Journal, Duane's PoeTree Blog etc. He was recently awarded The Reuel International Poetry Prize 2016. His works have been translated in quite a few languages. He has also got a book to his name. His first collection of poems is named 'The Frost' which was released in 2015. His recent publication is a co-authored anthology of poems titled ‘THE VIRTUAL REALITY’ which was released at the end of 2016. Currently he is working on his upcoming project, a detailed poetry book on the new poetry form ‘Tideling' titled ‘Parallelism’ to be published by the end of 2017.
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