let's not talk now,
if we do, we'd exchange
heaps of garbage,
the debris would
pollute our inner space
let's go beyond the words,
feelings, warm and soft
will heal our universe
silence will wipe away
the violence, all fears,
hidden tears, in time
its importance be felt
in its absence
only then will it make sense
to dialogue without offence
I'd see your point of view
and you'd see mine,
through and through
right in the middle
of howling and wailing,
bloodshed at night
I looked up in the sky
adorned with the stars
a fairytale
the moon looked like
an outdated silver coin
whose head or tail
I couldn't figure,
it appeared nude,
I wasn't distracted
I was counting the stars
the sun, a burnt toast
came up
a spoilsport
I closed my eyes,
and continued
what have we done
to the world
it had lost its strength,
tonsured, butchered,
bombed
sad that the world
had left the world
but there was a time
we'd drink water
from the stream,
go out to take some
fresh air, sans care
the sky would fall
in love with the earth
without a doubt,
the fire would burn
to heal, the cattle would
graze on the green
the feet would travel
all around, as a wanderer,
or a loner in all the places
we don't even dare to
venture anymore
we have made life
difficult for us
very difficult and
complicated
yet we are jutting out
ceaselessly, there is
no contemplation,
no atonement, only glory
for things of which
we need to be ashamed
I am disoriented,
no power to decorate
the verse with chosen
words, the writers of
tomorrow might
when the world would
return to the world
I closed my eyes
to escape the
horrific realities;
in my dreams,
there was this man
violating his daughter,
cutting his wife
into pieces;
I jumped out of my bed,
didn't dare to drink,
thought the water in
the glass could be red;
The next morning,
I drowned myself
in stories that
painted conceit,
horror, defeat;
I shut down all of
them to open mine;
I could neither
read, nor breathe.
On and off the bed,
I knew I had to live
until I was dead.
I could nevertheless
sense a garden
somewhere, hanging
golden and silver fruits,
I screeched to myself,
'do I have to die to
reach there'
since there was silence
I cried as though I replied,
'it's so unfair, so unfair,
if I hadn't really seen
a splash of pristine
respite, how'd I imagine
it anywhere, it's unfair,
it's so unfair.'
when the rain falls
do not eavesdrop,
enter the conversation;
when the virus strikes
do not underestimate
its weight and size;
when the stars shine
do not overlook,
listen to the silence
life passes,
time passes,
transient waves
ephemeral clouds
wandering winds
the moving earth
the elusive fire
...
wisdom is to
witness and behold,
ignorance is to
embrace and hold
you can never be
at the wrong place
at the right time,
but you may be
at the right place
at the wrong time
you wait for the door
to open, but when it does
you realize it wasn't ever
closed for any of us
anything that is natural
is strange
Throughout my life,
I have learned to build
walls, move and walk
like a flock of dead
thoughts,
now who is asking me
to ponder out of the box
the world is bombarded
by the educated wards,
men of letters.
not men of word,
whatever is worth
learning is a gate-crasher
