Friday, March 7, 2014



7 March 2014 at 15:14
Shelf full of second hand knowledge,
in my cellular brain fast asleep.
The wall screams 
with selfproclaiming paintings
crucifymy elegant consciousness.
Dervish dance of the dizzy garden
intoxicates my life force,
why should I stop ?

The hesitant sunset closeness
with rhythmic breath,
destroys too.
The passion  makes 
your maverick thighs ecstatic,
eyes fearful.

Why not now burn the whole of me,
why not store the ashes from 
ghats of Banares
to take away
for another Sehnai celebration ?


* ashes > sindoor ( the vermilion powder used by brides)
* Banares > the hindu cremation site
* Sehnai > a wind musical instrument played during wedding.

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