in the single room
dreams of yesteryears
yesterdays drips…
all in each particles of each teardrops
flowing through the face of many a morphed faces
tears tearing through it’s veins
through that 100 trillion cells
cry in the single room
where the single bed waits
endless days and endless nights
that and there you ease your angst
standing in the corner that single frozen denude woman
like the bride in exile still singing
have you ever seen her wailing too
still in the stillness
when you roar like the lion
have you seen her awaken
when you beat the drums with eyes closed
have you seen her dance in the beats
like the window masked inside
by the creeping money-plants
like the birds making and unmaking love on tree top outside
like the buffaloes crossing the river from this bank to other bank
sealed moments unmasked
everything crept all over me…refracting and diffracting
reflecting like the pure light
with an universal unlimited speed of light crossing 300000km per second
sometimes you-like the light
sometimes me-like the energy
light through energy
energy through light
like the time that never waits
everything traveling faster...
like the two-stage process
to develop the black and white photograph
with endless colors of images
inside the dark-room
you cry in your single room
empty tables sealed with words
weaving words for the world
with your mouth shut you are healing these many wounds
marching heading
changing and challenge to realities
you cry in the single room
and
eyes swathed with teardrops that sieved through eyelashes
failing to hold like you fail to hold thirst
like the bee that knows honey drips deep inside the flower
an impact of fertility of three colour of red-green-blue
and green in between with 10,000,000 colours inside
that creates green… that creates pure green…
and from the pure image
that teardrops like honey drips out
on to the single leaf of the creeping money-plants
and you said
dewdrops…
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