1.
everyday
i borrowed a feather
from the morning bird
placed
it beside your coffee cup
yet,
you could not make wings out of them
today,
only void fills our spaces.
2.
every
thought belongs to the fragrance
of
the yellow-white blossom in my vase
every
gaze to its feminine grace
nights
only find the scent of love
in
the interlude of dreams
i
shall never sell the stars again.
3
every void
like
every absence
spells
the continuity
of your presence
4.
on
the bank of the
holy
ganges
the
widow in white
forgives
an evil inflicted on her
with
each counted rosary-bead
the
count continues, endless.
5..
the
367th star died today
eyes
watch the silver orgy
of
the night sky
the
moon continues to remain
my fidel
bedmate.
(inspired by one of Kunal's lines)
6
timeless
hurt absorbs
Hidden
truths of life
besides
Metaphors
of aloneness.
7.
night
goes to sleep
dawn
throws its doors open
to
the radiance
of
a thousand suns
spring
dreams fulfilled.
8.
“sun is the face of god
so is the moon at night”
history shall remember the poet
with fondness
for the legacy of
beautiful metaphors.
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