Bisy Untan

The scutcheon on my door
Is your peaceful heavenly smile
I carved it on my door
To lock the sorrows inside.
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I tied a swing on the Venus,
To go up to the east and the west,
Up to the east and then to the earth,
Up to the west and then to the earth.
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First I saw you in that morn
On the bony unknown winter branch
Decked with pearly feathery drops
That glittered in the golden light.
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If I die on my sofa in this evening,
The birds in my garden will not cease singing,
The butterflies in the flowers will not stop their merry fluttering,
The squirrels in the tree in my courtyard
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That was the most peaceful smile
Ever I saw on the eternal lips
Who was in the cradle to see me off
With her parents under that bow.
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Vision was bigger than the eyes
The reverberations were softer than to my ears
The incense was sharper than to smell
The speeches were too sweet to taste
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I sat on the kitchen chair
Utensils all around to wash.
Everybody walked here and there
Blindfolded as the smokey walls.
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Drawing touch-me-not
Along the wall of my heart
Is your hobby.
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I'm the mother bird, sitting guard
To my sleeping little squab of silence.
Outside, the reverberation of the marching army
Of cyclones, gale and barrage.
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They say, graveyard is the place where souls rest in peace.
Is it true?
The souls free from all works and bondages
Need rest in peace?
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I sensed a dimmy wail from a din
In the whizzing breeze cool on my chin,
I looked in search down to the yard
Where a vine of Morning Glory quivered.
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As 'distinctly'as Edgar Allan Poe,
I sat 'peering deep into that darkness',
The silence grew depth unknown,
The violet became brighter and brighter.
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Only once, I fell in Love

It was with you, for ever,
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Void in between the lines is eloquence,
A thousand interrogations gush out to choke my throat,
Closed eyes open to an esoteric sky,
Folded hands touch the muted lips,
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Politics of my soul, searched deeper in
And found you Beauty with a garland in the hand.
At the timeless spot, in the speechless corner
You garlended me with a blushing on your face.
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Downpour!
The sky itself is falling down
With the clatter of thunder and lightning!
The overflowing river is engulfing the land,
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When I looked into my goblet
There was a goblin with sparkling eyes.
It looked at me with mischief hidden,
I asked him to jump up to the brim.
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The winter pushed in, to my door,
Freezing cold penetrated to my toes,
Crept up...
To the shin, thighs, belly,
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Circles,
Spiraling circles
Revolving circles
Entangling circles
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