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EU STRESS Poems
How poetry pours
Sand and Foam
You brushed like a receding wave - Leaving imprints upon my sand ribs, Like shells embedded upon the shore; Ever since,
You showered upon my palms Like endless drops of rain But my palms were much too small to hold you.
One day You were the mirror; And I saw myself reflected upon you. Through you
I love to hate you. I hate to love you.
Last week I found myself Standing on your way Under sun and rain.
Come my child, Let me caress your comatosed self For the last time; Let me press my ears upon your body,
Our Cobweb Connection
Our connecting filament Is like a cobweb That stretches from one tree to another Apparently invisible
I float upon this galaxy Like a single lotus leaf Suspended upon Ripples of despondency,
You can see the horizon partly with a single eye. You can see the horizon completely with both eyes.
With a smile I embrace Every single stress You’ve caused me My love.
Panchavaktra (Five-headed Shiva)
Brushing aside thick, rustling foliage, I shuffled through critical ordeals, Amidst obscurities in a black forest, Following a ray,
Blue lotus petals
Beside the steaming hot spring, Down the icy river’s gushing flow, I strew blue lotus petals Inscribed in blood and tears.
The Lost Buddha
I saw myself in a large monastery, In semi-darkness, Illuminated with large oil lamps; Monks in saffron robes chanted prayers
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Best Poem of EU STRESS
How poetry pours
When tearful emotions brim
Like boiling milk from a pot,
Poetry pours like incessant showers
And inebriates the senses.