: lasya :
everyday
we are not
we become -
leaving footprints
on litmus paper
forgetting rivers
end in oceans
& the common heart
of color blue
is because mountains hide
in curbed dimensions
of overview maps -
some days
the country looks
like kali's thirsty tongue
sectored in patches -
sweet southern tip
where sunsets legend
in pickle jars
arabian sea
salts the west flank
with jetsam
of gulf dreams
olive ridleys & cyclones beach
the east coast
the seven sisters dance
first rayed in sun
their voices merely rumor
through honeycomb parliaments
& of course kashmir
is at the throat
just above
the bitter patch
where the harshest medicine
is swallowed from -
the cities
always
never same -
bruises scabbed in skyscrapers
or pimples
marking puberty
of new citizens
or straw
of proverbs
the only hope
for the drowning -
a blindness
where eyes bore warm into other eyes
the billion eyes
the Is / the us
the billion meanings of us
one by one
everyday
we forget
is not
unbecoming
in the cosmic dance
as soon as we are
the last of us
to know
: tandava :
the river runs under my ass guttering shit
the river flooded & never stopped the river
must blitz off course when shit piles up
displacing the center of gravity to cellotaped
borders from our peaks we tumbled down
on cloud butted chariots of higher lies
our equestrian pistons pulverized our mossy
rocks but matter can neither be nor be the river
bath became a deluge when we emerged
differently wet where am I on this mutant
rush goosebumps solute my solvent body
like mountains goosebump shiverless land
oceans trickle out my julymelted openings
whatsoft I hard core when did we sponge
to tumor why did the garden elope from the
towers at what point of a body are the parts
too distant why does this end reek of mutilated
questions beginnings taste of leftovers kintsugi
is our zeitgeist yugadharma does the mother
know by the way the words caress their wombs
crayon fate of the walls does the father put
bodies where words are on the pages of the street
~ Ajay
25/6/2020
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bliss station ~ poetry
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