At 6 am

At 6 am
to be here in the lake
watching light
sketch upon the pitch-dark
with its finest pastels
is to know
how a sea of love
gently swells
against the containing wall
of the ribs
that tells
heart from bone

At 6 am
before the mind cribs
'mean and routine',
before man-sound
and engine grunt
hunt and blunt
the senses
before a city awakens
and a dead-living
commences

At 6.15 am
while I am still
a whiff
beyond 'what if'
a blade of grass
seeking no class
inconsequential
wordless, yet all-well
at 6.30 am
while I am
if at all
I am
a damp-soil sigh
a third eye
with eyelids of joy
oh boy

At 6.50 am
uprooted
I fall
fall...
fall back into the
the falsity of senses
of time and its tenses
fall...free
and captive
from the wing-flap prayer
of four birds that fly
without a care
right off the sky canvas
I fall...into this coarse
crowd of 'us'

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Heart sky

your heart 
has its own sky,
vast
with perfect horizons
of these eyes.
i have often seen
love
laugh and shine
in this happy sky;
it is a sun
with infinite brilliance
and a desire to just
give.
Why let
thought-clouds
pilfer away
a perfectly sunny
day?

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I am a child

I am a child
and yes!
I will make god tonight
I have had enough 
of this tiring flight
of fancy 
I want a god
that 
I need not show,
one 
I need not see
...to just be
religious
oh yes!
I will make god tonight
with all strength
of life
in my pores
she pours,
I am going to
undo yours
that knots
my throat
and rocks
my boat
and make
my very own
like none
you’ve ever known
one who neither
tempts
with an apple
nor
squats
in a temple,
neither slices up nations
nor approves
wars and starvations
one who sits with me
and just loves poetry
oh yes!
I will make god tonight
with all i’ve got
soiled linen,
unwashed dishes,
a greasy pot
with just a pure thought,
a god who loves
the perfections
in
the imperfections
she makes
who can share
half bakes
and burnt steaks
and not demand
higher stakes
whose prayer
is to be eased
into
for she
comes
pre-pleased
and is
fun too
I am a child,
and yes
I will make
god tonight
I have had
enough of
this
dark night!

image :google.com

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~ A few inches away~

Giving away
was not easy,
so 
did the
next best thing,
left the closet open
everyday
and let
the air scrub
as desperately
as i was trying
but
my shirts
still smell
of intimacy.

I should shift
your
pile of clothes
a few inches
away

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The Naked truth

The naked truth 

Buried under the snow  

When came the summer

it started to flow 

Ran across the mountains

the flow was fast 

traveled through lanes 

The ocean was the last 

In the journey 

Nobody noticed 

Nobody glanced at 

Many of them overlooked 

Many of them trances at 

But it was destined to pass 

so it did

to get into mid

of a place so vast

it was ocean,its depth

which came at last 

The truth is Naked now 

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