Jay Kasturi Poems

I have a memory of a lighthouse in rain;
the ocean below in cold spray,
the waves among the rocks
and the sky lost in gray.
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She said she never had any say,
not in the sun,
not under the clouds.
Birth is the beginning,
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The philosopher lived by the lightness
of his thoughts
and died under the weight
of his theory.
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My last life, ten slices
of longitudes east, is one part memory
as inarticulate as childhood's innocence
and the rest reconstructed
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Times when art is a contrivance,
science a numeric construct,
all thinking, effects chasing causes
and dreaming an excess before sleep,
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We are here for the craft
of sealing every empty corner
with a word or two; even if all had been
learnt from the sun and the moon,
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My blue share is confined these days
to hospital rooms,
my darkness to the scent of aging hardwood
in funeral homes,
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More I trusted my passion then
than my meditation now.
The years strive and shape
the chaos into a sober line,
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What do I remember of my home,
the constancy of seclusion
like the north star
in a crowded sky, a parenthesis
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It is unbearable to know that
everything I learnt I will forget,
that everything I write down
will slip from my mind, one day.
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