Varanasi riverfront
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I am trying to find reasons
For silence. There is something
On my head, a towering gear
Smiling underneath is tough
All the time I have to balance
Against the whiff of wind
I am trying to find reasons
For speaking. When I find some
They are the same for silence
The headgear is precariously
Perched on my head, whichever.
The diamonds there glisten
In early morning silences
Between piercing train hoots
And old watchmen’s mutterings
I have now found my form
And my theme, my silence.
Dawn was three hours away and rain.
The birds sensed it all night along the way
From the tree of big leaves and fell silent
Sleep was transience reminder, symbols,
I and the birds slept little, a few bird winks
Interspersed with dreams and fears in sleep-
In fat shirts and funny, transience reminders-
Earthen pots of bones, that left a belly pain;
Beauty tokens emerged in luminous leaves,
Some praises of beauty, some let-me-downs.
The rain is now here, prohibiting walks-
I deliciously key-board happy at sunless six.
The train hoots did not pierce the morning
The snails walked my garden up and down
Quietly like nobody's business and I am back
At the key-board amid faint heart-murmurs.
When the past moments happened they were actually the present, which was just a boring succession of events and nothing seemed to actually happen.Now ,there is a haze which accompanies my past and the past moments are wonderful and inviting ,beautiful shells on the beach which I collect and fill my pockets with,although they had no meaning when they had happened nor will they have any significance once my pockets are emptied.
My interests are poetry writing and photography
