In the search for the perfect word,
the discovery of flawed approximation
and the awkward articulation;
in the hesitant blending of verbalization and silence;
the interminable shuttle between the said and the heard
the wanted and provided
the dreamt and the lived
the you and I;
I have walked a resplendent territory,
swept with the fragrance derived from pain
caught in the glow of moonbeams on water,
a liberated, liberating country
a mischievous grin
a knowing eye
a continent, an oasis, a flower, a fragrance—
yes, best left undefined.
[From the collection 'The underside of silence', shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2009]
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