To be blind –
the inability to see
To walk, stumbling.
With every step –
...
I am nobody’s land.
Like a hurricane, the feelings
Rush over me, they
Come and they go
...
Amongst the wise I stand disguising
that flame of heart that would depart
only with the embers of soul.
...
rain
drizzling in plain
sheets over the
asphalt where
...
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Like a mortally wounded animal,
retreating to the rock of refuge;
Like a ship, captainless,
...
A forget-me knot on thy forehead,
A never-remember sign in thy eyes.
Raindrops will cease their dancing
When that quietest sparkle dies.
...
Stones And Houses
To be blind –
the inability to see
To walk, stumbling.
With every step –
Nothing new.
Only your feet know
The stones of the road.
At times – at the moments
When the road
Comes up to meet your face,
Even then all the stones are invisible.
I touch their sharp edges.
Their malevolent, cutting
surface. The stones, my
relatives –
lie waiting there,
for my hands.
In my world of blindness,
I will take the stones
To build a transparent house
Of light.