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(What is in a name?
- a lot, almost everything
except time.)
Inter alia
I care to admit
I like your hair
amorphous beehive
imploding
into a thousand
polaroid lilies
in the sun.
Long moments
turn themselves up
before the winds
living in the trees
cut loose winter
and a mischief
of metaphors.
What is your name?
2008
The solitary line
Euclid drew
with a dead twig
has one sad end
under my mute bed.
The other end
is under your feet
If I may say so
one side step away
(from the Euclidean line)
there is sun
and summer
of the origins.
And the tree
around the corner
has leaves of exactitude
and meanings
that are ripe ahead
of the season
falling
with mild bursts.
On the other side
is autumnal calm
in the citadel
under the siege
of bridesmaids.
Before the knot
tightens
around the rooster’s neck
there is time for
another round of applause.
Drawing at this point
the only possible
line parallel to the first
the enemies sat down
for the feast.
( ______________ )
2007
Long past
mid day
the shore
is a slender
glistening arm
felt by
the white foamy
tongue
of perfect sea.
Mirror in hand
a dwarf moves
one foot at a time
among pilgrims
prophesying
the apocalypse.
There is no death
for the birds of winter.*
No cemeteries.
In the warm navel
of the sea
from a time before god
a wind
stitches perpetually
one moment
and the other
at precise ruptures.
From the lithe grove
of the afterglow
the dwarf
reappears and vanishes
with his crafts of
ancient voyages
crashing on the waves
in one sudden rush.
The procession of pilgrims, on reaching the sea, sings in unison, no epitaph is worth the dead, no buried ever remembers his name, or hers, the winds are blowing all the clouds away, over the lighthouse and the dusk, over the ships and the masts, the night of cicadas, the night of disquiet, is waiting like a pirate of pure lore, waiting for glory, at these hours waves upon waves, I call myself by my name.
2007
* I chanced to read this line among graffiti and bill boards at Fort Kochi, in December 2007, though the author of this line remains anonymous to me.
