Walls wait for words
The world waits for words
I have none
Beggar Queen of words once
Now paupered Rich, richly undone
Wordless, serene
The train seeks iron wheels
Nail marks on barks of trees
I glide on breeze
Hands, mouths, ears, eyes
Seeking testimonial rites
Heady wordy wasps
Charring the hive, setting free
Fiery stings of worded spree
Poetry no more suffice
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Blanket your senses
With the warmest duvet of silence
Let eyes court
The canvas beyond sight
Let ears tune in
To the void of outer space
Beyond which the Loving Beast
Sleeps while awake
Wakes while asleep
I turn my gaze beneath
See the softest scoop
Of a bed
Of a Hand too strong
For amnesia, alzheimer’s, abandonment
For mortal hands spoon that weak,
Not This!
And I hang in bliss,
As the world beneath my horizon
Turns and turns on gyrating wheels
Breathing fire,
I float
Mystical, royal, sublime
Garden of Babylon I
Hang serene, secure, from the hook
Of The King’s timeless Hand
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From this to that to
This
To
That to
This to that to
That
and that and
that and
This —– Stop!!!
.
.
.
Floating
Ceiling fan whiz
Virgin breeze bereft of scent Dozing nose swells in smug bliss
Soft thuds afar outside
Sacred hands working out their cross
Scrapes of spades sandy crunch
Tongs tingling taste of summer lunch
Still rest on my moist tongue asleep
Lids shut out unreal shut in
Me in my world unchanging
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Roots
Without water off the memory leaf
Wilt
How
Many Suns I haven’t been son of my soil
Sad!
Each
Name, frame, framed face, unframed word
Rusts
Poesy
Of desire, delight, passion plight, gushes
Back
Fish
In and out of water fried in pan and fire
Judged
Eyes
Dance between blaring and blur and blank
Bliss
Words
Forever disrupting every tie and téte-a-téte..
Hush..!!
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Huff and puff
Puff out the stress, injest
The control between those fingers
In war with the slipping control panel.
I watch
My watch by the second hand
Desires, delirium, dance of death.
Hover over the tossing sea.
Watch. Untouched.
I smile.
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Four walls whitewashed
Close in – oozing serenity
Life breath back and warmth
Welcoming white – placidity
After a stormy tossed about sautéed day
Running incessant around the bush
Beating brains to grow up
Into acceptable goods –
What the heck! For livelihood’s sake
You turn and turn the diurnal wheel
Until
An invisible chime sweetens to six
I return to my anchor fixed
Four walls
Whitewashed
Like they have nothing to say
No words no noise no point to ponder on
Just be
A thoughtless stare
Feet, face once more bare
Bask
In Nothingness
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