Days
lose in days,
nights,
in nights
travelling
all around
for
ages
silent
and sound.
I
can see them moving
Yet,
more voiceless
than
my feeling heartbeats.
All
of a sudden, out of nowhere,
with
my mind
I’m
standing beside seashore.
Its
vastness on one hand,
my
being, like a speck of dust,
on
the other.
The
sky is there, as it were.
Occasional
clouds and waves roar
liquid
fragrance and the sound
beckons
me,
peeking
stars from above, blink;
it
is this mind again
which
links me with my college days,
just
when my grandchildren recount theirs;
quick,
slow, sudden, on, off
all
at the same time.
Album
of dead nights and days shine
in
the starry sky,
jewels
in the crown
live
in the veins and in the spine
as
guests, friends, healers.
a
hug or a shake, with an are-you-there,
a
cold bubble striving upwards falls
like
a shooting star,
the
touch or the tone pelts a rubber stone
its
perfume I liked and stored in the
cupboard,
with my scrap book,
the
hollow gleaming object drops,
bursts,
disturbs, shivers
robs
moments inside the liquid ball, ready to fly
the
concern here, becomes the killer.
I
can do nothing but eat
the
sound of memories, stuffed with silence
as
though I am relishing a burger
I
would at one favorite joint
as
a gallivanting teenager.
This
is also painted there
I
distinctly remember
but
here
my
eyes don’t see the folded skin
they
smell the leftover times.
Being
alive in the other being.
In
the middle of this momentary encounter
lounge,
where I sit becomes the boat
dwindling
in the sea
risk
of sinking is exciting
emptiness,
also fulfilling.
I
have no reason
to
be one with the overcast blue
but
I do,
I
become my own shelter
witness
nights and days,
raining
beneath my umbrella
whose
losing I sense
standing
ashore.
In
the quicksand of clouds,
I
get drowned in the shore-less sky
but
I also become it
slowly,
more and more.
Since
I didn’t have different blue pastels
there,
nice and bright
I
left the sky white
else
my drawing teacher would get
confused
I know and frown
could
even look at the book upside down.
Azure
openness above, beneath
flaunting
waters
my
tears merge in the company
no
different colors
how’d
I explain this to the teacher
I
wonder,
even
if I painted the waters white
would
anyone sense the act
with
colors in the palate so feather light
can
I reveal or conceal fiction from fact;
but
sadness disappears instantly
it
has no place, as far as moist eyes could see
trembling,
dancing, laughing, colorless waters.
Suddenly
I see a coffin
full
of breathing nights and days,
I
refuse to recognize this time and space.
A
huge tongue pops out from there
I
would draw to scare
my
bro, my sis and my granny dear
it
licks and then slaps me
affectionately
reminding
me of my karma, draws me in.
I
am inside.
In
a minute, it stands as a lifeboat
and
kept afloat
my
heartbeat bells
I
wish I had leverage
to
nothing I could hold
I
start to sail, there’s no shore
layers
of sameness
folding
and losing, manifold.
I
am in the middle,
little
yellow sands fade away
lighthouses
show up
nights
pouring in days
days,
in nights
running
into pages
losing,
wandering around
I
float, I float, I float
silent
and sound.
