Throw a rock in stagnant water,
Did anyone laugh?
When you are alone,
How loud all these smiles seem,
As if standing at the very center
Of this universe
You are listening,
how people's songs
Are becoming screams day by day,
Are people becoming very lonely?
Like on a turtle's back
Your childhood plays Sisyphus
Over buried memories.
Within these scenes
You can't escape this feeling
That you are actually dead
In fact... feeling is a wonderful beehive
And the honey that comes out slowly
When you squeeze it with both hands
Is called death.
Listen, the sound of the wind
Blowing through the crown
Is all around
In any deep word
We are told about this sound only.
I do not want to pet any animal in the world
Your body.....my body.....
I know, if the pet hasn't been tamed
Tiredness happens.
To all such tiredness
I want a deep dreamless sleep
Yet the stellar sound of falling trees
And corpses of screaming
Are jumping constantly into my silence
All my words about you become
Like this deep dark rain.
What you see all day suddenly stopping by
People's busyness
Under the disappearing clouds.
What do you see in the sky
When you wake up at night?
Clouds and stars and then clouds
And then again stars and then...
A dream of rain is shaking
Outside your dreams,
Even the dream leaves
Forget who rejected you
Just feel that
A summer was widening within you
Forget the love you got
Forget the hypothesis
How far you could have been loved
And by whom.
Forget it
Just feel that
There was actually a rainy season
Inside you.
Never think about your loneliness,
About the loss
Just feel
It is your dear winter
That has come deep inside
And look, all your desires, your aversions
Have pierced you like a needle
passing through a flower to a garland.
Even after the death of all the stars
Some touches remain inside us….
Poetry doesn't exactly say all this
Poetry makes us feel it
Feelings are only the dark light
Inside a poem
The song mandala in the air
Slow decent of darkness
Amid the satisfied song of birds
All these scenes are
Your miraculous power
When you witness a poem.
Somewhere a light is lit,
It means that someone wanted that light.
Any cloud somewhere....any rain....means
Someone's desire has come thick.
Every sky of ours is the sky of this desire.
Our love is nothing
But the gathering wishes of the dead.
Inside the eternal voice of the sea they say All tears are but memories of the sun Within which my shadows
Are never naked.
They stand clothed in light.
My light also comes clothed in darkness.
To touch your depths it is understood
The nakedness of light and darkness
Is not possible.
The body is the covering of the body.
But look, without true nakedness
It is not enough to stand before you.
I have to pass through this nakedness
And beyond all the sights and reflections
Touching this passing
You will understand slowly
How to wake up inside a dream.
Your sleep is a gentle wave of darkness
Flowing through my sleep
And of the forest open
All the blue and green leaves
The gentle sun
And some moon sweeter than that
Some silver bough, white flower -
That blooms within our sorrow
And an amazing boat
Like our sleeping body
Drifting somewhere,
Past the known destinations, inevitable…
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To The Miraculous Kiss (A Poem)
PoesiaPoetry, free verse, collection of poems, long poetry
