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some fallen-leaves regarding longevity

1.

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 fag-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 heart’s 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 sex-appeal of the telephone

and the bugle of the carnies-breaking cock-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

 

i’ve 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

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murari-sinha
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Sep 14, 2010
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