observing the ardent eagerness of the wind it is clearly understood that nascent pollens are overflowing the niche of her heart
in response to the signals of the river she keeps on ringing all long the month of earth-quakes
the bench of the rail-station wants to hug her
the medicine-counter of the ***-end of the day beckons her with the hand to come nearer
in the assembly-hall for musical demonstration adorned with ash-trays going on the rehearsal of her dancing and singing
she also distributes some life to the meticulous dressing of the magnolia
2. let the swimming pool be fully absorbed with its dark-room
when the feather of your fore-finger becomes green
the merchant of venice will leave his business of photo-coping machine to start walking directly in search of new earnings
evening sets in on the boiler of the delta
putting on yellow-dress comes the water-vessel of the paper-balloon
there is no singing bird shivering with cold in the fold of the dear bed-sheet
it is possible that the boldness of the metro-railway may give some wood of tamarisk on the expanded palms
yet oh the western page of night do tell today why so much tamed polythene are here in our cohabitation
3. after so many days published in the wind painted in wings the recent heartβs desire of the doors and windows
they have rolled up their fairy-tales from the ignorant drawing-room that wanted to set her mind to the hill slanting downward
they did not want to know how much rheumatism is there in the hands and legs of the bark to whom is delegated the control of the mason-made bus-journey
sleep hugs the eye-lids of the rivers
though there is no postage-stamp within the reaching-point
then what magic is there in the hill slanting downward
why the wall does not learn how to swim like a fish
truly it is he from whom those negligible moments of man-ism itch for blue candle-stand
4. the ***-appeal of the telephone and the bugle of the carnies-breaking ****-crows are all harmonised seamlessly
the noon in the blood is flowing along the river
all the dialogues are covered with misspelling of men and women
the tailors want to increase life cutting rightly the walking of clothes
after the vanishing of collyrium from the eyes there is not a single being in the relief-camps
as far as the eyes can travel i can notice in the ear-lob of the village-boats the water-colour of fire-flies twinkles
then let an agreement be signed with the defence ministry on the right to enter into private bathroom
5. in the air on which flowers are engraved the union of the betel leaves are making their outposts anew
before the calling of the next pine-woods you all the butterflies do take on board the tram to go to the south-pole
is it well to incline so much towards the tv-screen
who can say the waves of the terracotta would never make revolution
iβve sent some full-moons of winter and some water-bodies into the holes of the handkerchief
the lacking of the colours may kindly be excused
the birds that are blind from their birth has been singing till now the songs of the cave-civilisation
there is no question any where this eclipsed-valley is adorned with the answers only
6. i am to be blown off on the first bombardment then it is to be flown in the crowd of fire-flies on the bushes of the scented-lemons
and it is to see the memory race of the grown-up girls
it is to see more that after the opening of the sluice gates one by one how the gathering in the hindu hotels increases by leaps and bounds
the pores of the skin of the body whose hoods are open and who are running up along the spiral route that leads to the top of the mountain
their child due to late-marriage now only knows how to move on all fours
7. under the table-glass i unfold the life-chronicle of one lakh year
and in the olive-cabinet all the applications for living
from the monsoon-noon to the winter-afternoon the lines you draw on the parchment
none of them is so condensed as to touch the palms of a sailor
from the numerable timber-joists come down the swarms of personal white ants
no spring seems to become corporeal without the spell of misunderstandings
so of late besides the dry statistics with the cough comes out grey thermometer
prickly-heats spread over the whole body
the sticks of young antenna shake off their wings
behind the bath-scene lies the succulent hailstorm
8. there is no lovely add yet the market-value of your headache is going up day by day
all the noon send her mad the intellectual kisses the coos
or is it the running about of the tennis-ball
so much pop-corns are flying out from the draw-well
or that sound of foot-steps in the north-east
may be that is of some brown horses or some horse-drawn perambulators
when the moon spreads out the platinum does it judge the recipients
thus the bin-leaves can ring from head to foot
it unfurls an incorrigible right-angle in the early-evening
the troop with armours open a shop of ****** beside the vainglory of the lake