On Coarse Gravel

                                                       

     Pain with pain kills.

   Moon where oceans swim –

Juggernauts and monsters prowling graceless!

   Rage where wind screams -

Tormenting tempests twisting vortexes.

    Sun where all suns sink;

Colliding light crashing onto your body.

                                       

                                                       __________________________

In Everyday I Find A Significance

In everyday I find a significance. I learn to love the little insignificances.

The emergence of the ice cream parlor from the corner of this road. I have learned to love the loud jingling sound of the bell of his cart.

Impatience consoled to a prolonged calm when the bus to home arrives late under the broiling sun.

Glimmer of tiny ripples on the lake I love,

Rain rushing into its still surface like a thousand bolting arrows.

I see now, the faces in the tube to work, awkward limbs walking in and out. I imagine us sharing a laugh.

I observe how the view beside my window confuses into a blur and rushes opposite to the direction we move.

Sitting at one place I focus on a tree, a house.

The sight of home gives me a burst of energy. I realize I have more to do here than outside.

I noticed how the tender flesh of a well cooked fish craves for the juice of a lemon. End up sprinkling lemon zest in all other dishes.

These days I write more often. They say there is more life to it now than before.

Do you like sandalwood? I think you smell of sandalwood or quiet near to that.

Sleep kisses these eyes unaware. The body gives in, hunched up in the chair.

The earphones still plugged in, the music passing into a dream.

I hope to breathe life in you from time to time.

  

Remember The Day We First Met

I had once slipped my feet into a pair of footprint that I found when I stopped to look at the sea. It was moist but mildly warm. I could still sense the curves of the feet, the space in between the toes which once stood right where I was standing - a subtle gradient between the vigorous waves and the burning sand. While each ray of light began to dim around me every single cell in my body screamed for company. I wanted to share these extraordinary, ordinary few minutes with someone.

One day a column of air blew into my flimsy shirt and my fingers found them entangled with yours. 

The touch of your skin so familiar...yet completely new to me.

The sphere of the sky moved in circles taking us with it into the infinite layers of the cosmos. We were looking for stars that never cease to shine. But the constellations were not on that dark surface, we found them in us.

The smile, I remember. The first thing I remember when I remember you.

I Want You to Remember a Sound

 I want you to remember a sound, 

 thunderous explosions against the bodies of mountains, 

sheets of ice cracking and sliding off in violent showers, 

enveloping life below in its whiteness.  

 I want you to remember a sound,

 the undoing of the zip of your tent, 

the first ray of light burning your eyes, 

the dawn chorus bringing new blood in your skin.

I want you to remember a sound,

 the sunset calling the sea waves,                                    their musical bubbling, 

their rise, 

their fall, 

their folding and unfolding,

and foam touching your feet.

                                                                                         I want you to remember a sound, the crackle of gravel under your heel.

                                             

      I want you to remember a sound,

      water gurgling in your throat, 

      water sliding down your chin, 

      water moist along your collar 

      and cool on your warm skin.

While you are here I want you to remember the sound of your own voice, 

a sponge for voices of every life you encountered and did not encounter, 

every eye that followed you and did not follow you, 

every piece of music that touched you and did not touch you,

every mind that remembered you and did not remember you

and every heart you won and lost.

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