They told me
“wipe your tears, be a Man”! !
How’s it to be a Man? ?
I wake up to your absence
...
This is the toughest
The dark lanes
The phantoms of the past
The thin alley of faith
...
Every ghat is a train station
With the smoke of an announcement
The river is the train of eternity
The platform of separation, the goodbye
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I never knew how to paint my Heart,
so insipid, pallid, bland and naive,
which colour
thicker or lighter
...
We might have been
In the same train's adjacent coaches
Got wet in the same rain
Took shelter under the same roof
...
when i look into your eyes
i feel you have been with me
since childhood
we express so much without words
...
The frozen message in the eyes of a goat at the butcher’s
The rain drops on the beak of a dead bird
The cry of a half fed baby in a brothel
The veiled wail of a martyr’s young half
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On the banks of dead river
Lives
The wait of the trees
For a distant message
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The departed and the parted
are not gone for ever
they are here
like the fragrance from an unseen flower
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I like those who return home
They are with Nature
They carry the moisture of love
There is a defeat on their face and body, a surrender
...