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If man is dust

those who go through the plain

are men



- Apparition, Octavio Paz, trans. Eliot Weinberger



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Saturday, 24 April 2010

Houses














Houses
                  - for U.

Shining inside a forest,
Your eyes capture the night,

Sight and dream look for home,
on a wild terrestrial adventure,

Sky maps unfold in your  song,
New villages come alive,

We speak of the universe,
and it's fresh dance,

Your body once more,
an orange factory of truth,
my words are sore and clever,

Sit softly on the stone,
It hears your breathing,
Hears your prayer,

Hears your voice as it moves
thru the snake
lanes of love.

Come running tonight,
Come in poetry tonight,

Come in spirals and grey architecture.

3 comments:

aayanman said...

First time here, like your style of poetry...

Deeptesh said...

Reminds me of the colour in one of your videos. Sepia-tinted, unreal and yet it can't be untrue. For it lingers in second sight in those moments of silence.Peaceless.

Megh said...

Hears your voice as it moves
thru the snake
lanes of love.

Come running tonight,
Come in poetry tonight,

Come in spirals and grey architecture.

awww!