In those eyes
a bird's nest
in those eyes shadows
in those eyes, incantation
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You make laws unto history
change it and throw mud on its
beleagured face.
It is a monolith of perverseness
...
The day's extraordinariness is colour
shades of blue, and springs
well under a volcano of fire.
Earthquakes are passe
...
This form is formless
out of divinity my mind
is a song
the Bhakti poets were formless
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There is a whisper
not outside
but in my stilled heart
a whisper of the obvious
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against mad rush time is a safety button
you run against it, in strands
sands, clay feet
and then cutting across worlds of indfference
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Evidence has that history scours past
but does not comment
history is archival
but does not comment
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In the curfew
mist lifts
roads are besotted by stray dogs
policemen
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