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......The Land of farness
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Far away from home
I come to revere the distance.
I created it out of longings
the needles of which thread it.
I have trodden it
lending my foot steps with
the measure of its might.
I turn to it
and sweep memories into my fold.
They must be looking at it
to have their eyes be seen by me
and mine cherished by them.
It doesn't frighten me
with the farness it has couched in its arms.
It makes me smile by baby sitting
the long terrain on its lap.
Sometimes it is pensive and ruminating
in its disposition
and tells me, the land of farness
can't afford a draught.
It makes me see
What had always been there before me.
It makes me forget
the trivialities
even waste bin no longer does need.
I have a habit of calling it
very often
and like an intelligent pupil
it always has an answer
big enough to surpass the long miles
or small enough to be subsumed
into the atom of my thought.
It sprawls itself
to be trodden again by me
lest I forget the great art of pacing.
It thrusts itself
to anew the seeping ordinariness of
extraordinary relationships.
It is like kohl
applied in eyes at the hands of mother.
It makes eyes beautiful.
It is like a dialogue with father.
It makes heart unburdened.
It is an idea
that illumines the mind.
I know back home
the allegories of distance
must have been amusing lullabies of proximity.
Pramod Khilery
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009 |
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009 |
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