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from: "Three Urdu Poems" by Vijay Seshadri
from: "Three Urdu Poems"don’t know why she still keeps my heart,as useless to her as an unpaired sandal.Fate abhors me and I abhor fate,and prayer can’t reconcile us.It’s as if you’re with me when I’m alone.It’s as if I’m alone when you’re with me. Seshadri, Vijay. “Three Urdu Poems.” 3 Sections. Graywolf Press, 2013, pp. 16-18.
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3 Sections: Poems by Vijay Seshadri with 3 Magnum Almond Ice Cream Bars. Jacket by Jeenee Lee Design.
The soul,
like the square root of minus 1, is an impossibility that has its uses.
Vijay Seshadri, Imaginary Number
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Orwell says somewhere that no one ever writes the real story of their life. The real story of life is the story of its humiliations. If I wrote that story now- Radioactive to the end of time- people, I swear, your eyes would fall out, you couldn’t peel the gloves fast enough from you hands scorched by the firestorms of that shame.
Vijay Shephardi, “Memoir”, an except from 3 Sections
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