Face on the screen
zoomed to close-up
sharpening labyrinth of
hundred wrinkles.
...
They all make mistakes
and many more things.
They love each-other,
built a growing family
...
At some crazy hour
why words turn hasty,
uncontrolled and stormy?
Why am not prepared
...
Someone is coming?
Usual game of the dead leaves.
I fumble and laugh...
Now no one is there around me.
...
Space within two words
burst out upheaval melting
all definitions.
Life, gone like a passing breeze.
...
Tears watered these plants
and there bloomed thousand
flowers... immortal!
Strange! - and futile to probe.
...
Am fixed like alone tree
somewhere strangely
in unmoved state.
Moments quietly come in flock.
...
"Everything here is false...
it's killing! "
" Hold on dear. Suddenly why you
feel like this? "
...
Forgive him, he's drunk.
Yesterday's pain faded
to nothingness.
With mind lighted and
...
And then suddenly
everything was new.
New land, trees and the Sky.
This is shocking!
...
After long time, again
I walked westward.
The gone image keep
reappearing and at last
...
Wait..don't hesitate!
keep waiting for
moments, your own moments.
Their sudden arrival will
...
So many thousands of years
of past, I'm sure, were busy
structuring, cell by cell
You and Me, at different
...
Foggy rain-curtain above
the valley turned me dizzy
and I asked myself
'-am I part of this? '
...
Two days breathtaking
journey by an Army Jeep
in icy region
numbed his spirit.
...
Blinding darkness began to
coil him...with a bang,
it was a farewell with words.
But-before that
...
Auschwitz
Face on the screen
zoomed to close-up
sharpening labyrinth of
hundred wrinkles.
Eyes lost in a abyss
of the past.
Present permanently
crucified on dark memories.
Falteringly he narrates
Auschwitz.
Wrinkles dissolved in
the montage of bare trees
mixing in melancholic sky
as the icy chill slid
on railway tracks and
hangs on barbed wires.
Screeching of opening
cattle car doors.
Draconian chimneys blench
burnt songs of lives.
I switch off the face...
and my own face on
still grey glass looked at me.
I move around by four walls,
a windowfull sky and then
in the mirror.
The face, skin, eyes, hair
and breathing nostrils.
A fixed identity!
I grope and feel the air
heavy with past seventy years.