You’ve
sought enough sought
so much that
the distinct shape the
diga-palala and depths of
object and
even name have
receded into landscape and
skyline left
a country called Memory and
found home in
oblivious continents where
the babel of language has
outlawed word. LEAVE A COMMENT
They
turn not
with sun or stars the
lunar effect on water annual
depressions in the Bay of Bengal they
are not of sun and rain they
don’t make drought or flood or
a softer blend they
are heart-drawn chariots with
wings for wheels that
bend the tree and twist the wind that
conjure laughter from a land of sorrow make
music out of desolate days make
me cry for
no reason at all.
Indefatigable
visitor friend
from womb to death and beyond unacknowledged
accomplice partner
in multiple crimes of
assertion and refusal complicity
and objection, eraser
of reason lifter
of heart lover
unknown to lover but
crafter of love nevertheless.
LEAVE A COMMENT
The tamed are framed
boundary-defined, and
post-containment capture
is easy for hold-and-click;
the untamed subverts
predictability and easy-pose
the intangibles sway
like reflections scrambled
by wind and ripple,
the sharp turn
that is the passion-prompt
and survival need
of the wary, the proud,
but the unframed
and unscripted
of life-affirmation
and capture-denial
is for eminent lens-play,
a poor giving
to the ingrate --
a gift nevertheless. [Inspired by the photography of Asela Karunaratne]
Universe-collapse has
multiple address; the
better known such
as sand-grain and
the less acknowledged; thought
strain and wordlessness string-less
kites and waters missed by cartographer the
word that could have changed the world but
was not said the
tongues that held peace as others wagged, but
among innumerable residences I
prefer leaf for
color, texture, shape for
breaking forth from hard black timber for
dancing with breeze curling
with sun for
fall and softening for kick or footfall for
fertilizing again
and again.
