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Sparkles in the solitary sky
Unrepentant river
Even the bank is not shy
Flow
Flow
Flow
Why do we ask,
If bubbles have the permission
To just fly
Fly
Fly
Fly

Tears and a torn sky
Wonder why
The banality of truthfulness
And covering of a mindful sigh
Isn’t there a place undefined
One doesn’t have to call
Yours nor my
Let us resolve
To keep quiet
No claim
No right
Flow will now stay its course
Far away in the dark sky
Tears and a torn sky
Wonder why

Walking over the same path
Isn’t easy
If the weeds have grown
All along
No, I will not clear the weeds
The flowering herbs
Must contain their dreams
The path will remain unkept
Someday
A sweeper of sighs
Will pass by this path
Who knows then
The stones will be cleaned
The weeds will be pruned
By then
These might get re classified
As ornamentals
In a Temple of tears

truths are many
not just one
and not always the right one confronts us
in the mirror
but truth must prevail
so what if
mirror gets cracked

Open sky
Closed gates
Temple bells are ringing
I am coming

—
and when i did come
the bells stopped
deity had walked out of the temple

and i stood still, not
knowing what to do

then the blessings showered
i turned into a stone

dont deny the dust
its rightful place
in my eyes
lungs and may be in the entire envelop
in which meanings of my life are hidden
dont deny dust
its rightful place

What?
Marks of A cats paw
In a bowl of salt
What?
Should the ship halt?
What?
Marks of A cats paw
In a bowl of salt
What?
Flowers on the edge
Tenderly row the boat
A puncture in the mast
What?

You punctured the tube
To see if drainage
Of energy
Will
Sap the spirit
Now that it has
Hasn’t the experiment been proved

tired eyes
heavy voice
hopeful spirit
a tea lacking spice

Empty bottel
Floating sea weeds
Fumes
Of an extinguished fire
Is that all to it
May be