Kala Ramesh

thunderclap
the darkening sky splits
into liquid night
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temple bells
the isolated raindrops
on my umbrella
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seeing the whole
blossom contained
in a seed
I look up to the sky
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having to wear
several masks in life -
if only I could
drift away between scenes
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my mind dwells
on life's patchwork
I see
the good the bad
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Devi temple...
along with the ants
I enter barefoot
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liquid sky...
a steel bucket hits
the well water
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spring breeze —
I catch the tune
she leaves behind
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winter loneliness
the sofa she vacates
holds her shape
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the year passes...
longing for cranes
to colour the sky
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in the hands
of an ordinary craftsman
the cotton loom
becomes
...

stopped
by the traffic signal
— a woman —
the myriad expressions
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illusions ride
on a fast fading rainbow
somewhere there
I let go of my childhood...
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to become
that shiny raindrop
a long journey
as I sit polishing
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