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Thursday, July 5, 2012

WHAT DOESN’T FLOW IN RIVERS ?




Philosophies and faiths do not flow in rivers

When the Himalayas melt;

Philosophies and faiths do not flow in rivers

When the clouds cool

Philosophies and faiths do not flow in rivers

On sprouting wings

In dreaming spouses

In burning spasms being stabbed

In explosions

Philosophies and faiths do not flow in rivers

In memorizing and forgetting

In secret pains

In sweet dreams

It is the branders

Ink markers

Color sayers

Border crossers

Linguistic obstinacies

Garbage eaters and dirt tasters

Depositors longing for high interest

Philosophies and faiths do not flow in rivers

Knives and daggers ready to kill

Remain stuck in the deep mud of rivers

Rivers are everywhere muddy

As rivers dry with tree felling and erosion

Streams stop flowing

Philosophies and faiths remain sharp weapons

In pre-dawn moments

Arundhati, the Morning Star shines

Cities where blood fattens burn to ashes

Poets create aesthetics of blood

And recite poems at untimely moments

The lava of Cashew fruits

Flows into the cities of the civilized

The rivers of skies

Where swans had flown

Dry out to heat

The elegant birds

Think of the price of costumes

At pre-orgasmic moments

Ah! These are times of Commerce

You and me sign treaties and truces

On commerce

On culture

On copulation

Sky dwellers and travelers

Angelic singers

Transform into jealous worms

On hearing the new tunes

Each river acquires a faith

Each stream a philosophy

Each slaughter a poem




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