At dawn the mind awakening
Is unsure of When and Where,
It is a border zone of dream-time
And what may be reality, a trance.
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One recent evening after dusk I sat repining
My discomfitures and saw the full moon
Staring at me derisively. That night
I slept in fragments. It was almost four.
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The sky has room enough for countless globes and globules,
Flying debris, comets, meteorites and shards of rock
From ores never to be mined by robots or Aliens.
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Fellow lovers of Karnatic music,
‘Namaste'. Salutations to you.
‘Rasikas' are those who relish and taste
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It piques my little self to know
That though I lived, the world is so.
For all my wit, droll words and wares
This proud mankind a ‘damn it' cares.
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Some call thee ‘Frailty',
Misquoting Shakespeare,
Whose ‘Hamlet, Prince of Denmark', says,
'Frailty, thy name is Woman.'
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Last night the full moon shone effulgent, a silvered plate,
Neither sphere nor rotund globe. The moon, our satellite,
Lacks our earthly faculty to revolve in orbit:
A prudent and calculable habit.
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That day, twenty years ago, was perfect for the outing;
Sunny, but cool enough to wear a sweater or cardigan.
North Hollywood, famed for its cinematic myths
And ‘stellar' galaxies; a ‘must-see' view of a wooded hill,
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On Tuesday we took the Blue Bus to explore
Los Angeles downtown, China town and Little Tokyo;
Saw huge civic buildings agleam with glass and chromium,
And shining marble-faced panels.
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At times, awake or in dream-light,
I feel adrift, unable to distinguish
The elements as separate. What I see
Is merged with the tactile sense
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