Under a single bind
Page after page
For minds, there is no cage
Crossing the bay
...
A poet’s luxury or a maiden’s tears
A station for derailed cheers.
But a rigorous kind, a cornered one
...
We meet them in the novels
in sketches and in fables
Their eyes down, faces veiled
And we come to know(don’t we?)
...
Memory and fancy
Have difference no stronger
One fine discrepancy
They sustain no longer.
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Inspiration, an offspring fountain
Aroused by a meticulous rain
Before it turns poetic, it flows down
To the spawning plain-
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Playing a breathless chess
A placid board, a miming case
All mingling
And tuning in,
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There is a rise in me
Lethal and ancestral,
Rhetorically speechless,
And sinking beneath the shadow
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Novels
Under a single bind
Page after page
For minds, there is no cage
Crossing the bay
While pouring a gulf
fascinates, confined
Still, chamber of age.
The passing lines
The space between
Lost before they rise
To grow, to ruin
To compromise
Some can be loved
Like an rapt foliage
In blossom of bosoms
Of smile and rage
The four arms
Spreading a sweet charm
They can make you mad
But no harm!