Seeing all this grim
and pounding deaths,
I tossed handful of earth
don’t know where –
and walked away silently, direction-less
Folding my hands
a deep prayer inside
Coffins
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Author Archives: tapeshwar
Blind spot
A nice little canvas
How have you been footing yourself
Battling
Blistering heat
of this mid-day
Desert spread
You have
Many other options
To Carp
like a fish
Rivers and lake alike
Listening,
My camel brush
Helped me
to paint
A nice little canvas
Fulfilling
All my other wishes
Cable for world peace
I drew a rope –
Cables for world peace
to let my thoughts, flow
between
The Statue of Liberty and The Statue of unity, and more of its similarity
like, what we sometimes see reciprocally
where avians sit
on a high tension wire –
carrying high voltage
but
what happened by chance –
The wings spread so wide
it touched
both the parallel wires –
Short circuit
Schrodinger’s cat
Bodiless
All through this
silent gossip
I learnt
the wayfarer step
I went
Where my
steps would tread
I was of body then
When I was done
with all my thoughts
neither of the both
took perchance over me
I was freed
of my burden, bodiless;
I drew nothing of the sort
which I would call not my own
Debris fallen down
All these brightly hued, pulpy
sweet smelling fruits
of your verdant tree, that
hung by your
golden branches
will
fall down
one day
one by one
on earth, or
in bunches
sometimes
and
You will be left
with nothing, fruit-full;
to gain you respite
from an unquenchable hunger
and
A black sun will rise thither
from the darker world somewhere
to photosynthesize
the debris
fallen down
Bargained with love and brotherhood
What must
I buy
from this open market
of betrayal, hatred and coloured skirmishes
Amidst years of
peaceful coexistence
Ah,
only
a meandering doubt
whose current coin is
blood
Let me be on
my disobedience –
a fast
till
the market is flooded
with faith, peace
and greenery
bargained with
love and brotherhood
Curved space
Who sits here
by a larger mouth
whispering a song
dry
into my deaf ears
I have shrugged off
all my relationship
that was called mine –
a broader space
tinted marine blue
My futility
won a greater reward
the moment I saw
an impact event
taking a crush on life
Who speaks there
fossilized in time and space
I have heard
the deaf taking a talk
by the curved space
Marble windowsill
A half crumpled leaf –
all lonely
blew to my glass window
from the utter darkness
of wet stormy night
and tried
settling her woes
sliding down
the marble windowsill
there was so much
painful bearance
beaming her countenance
pausing me a quest –
who took her life
that verdant night.
lightning strike the upper sky –
a tree shine in distance
nodding her bitterest say