Tuesday, August 7, 2012

I have seen time wheels
from the bell tower
of a far forgone era
where silent egos nested
to place its ultimate
Along with the dawn ink marks
made there a kingdom
not for goodness
but for retribution
and time showed me through
the shadows of a Gulmohar
that it can stand anywhere
away from the podium of truth
and in war fields
I have seen their machine needles picking
banquet grains for breakfast diaries…
I have learned from the sky roof of my
garden in one monsoon that an ocean
is not formed of ink marks
but of poetic raindrops…

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