Today's words comes out from their shadows

Light breaks out from unsuspected places.

From crevices of layered up memories 

I dig the memory when i was much larger than the universe
And, i can see is the point where i started was 'Me'

From there
I have been into various velocities and slowness in the microcosmic and macrocosmic space of life's breaths awakening in atoms
every season.

My body has fallen with those fallen leaves. 

And renewed again as new buds in the vibrant spring air.

In this body i live. I survive.
I heal.
I betray. I lie. I  imprison.
I free. i hide. I reveal. 

I feel so many things. Some things numb me. I numb some things. 

Its not truth i m after. 

I free my conscience from the weight of the lies in the Bible, in the Talmud, in the Koran, Gita or Granth.

I free myself from the weight of God. And Gods. 

The human history is heavy enough to carry.

A word stood alone in an empty Hall
Anxious, preoccupied,
Waiting in dim lit silence

It looked at me and I looked at it
And it wouldn't tell me
What was in its heart.

Our troglodyte ancestors watched the night skies as we watch them now,

their caves within us differently.

They watched them
even before they learnt to ignite a fire.

through you, through me.
We look at those same nights

We both
sat by the frozen pond

between the thick fogs of our feelings
We watched the crescent moon glide

quietly on the  icy mirror like a fugitive
Didnt we find much more in the smallness of that pond
than on the infinite limbs of the sky.

The moon ever drawn to water,
made the fog between us thinner. Feeling, less strangers ,than when we met.

Couldn't see that someone
who threw basketsfull of stars
the night got sublime.

The night was on your face
The night moved
And your parted lips held
the thin moon light.


We look at those same nights The night moved from your eyes.
From your hair to your hands.

Shadows paraded like desires
searching secretions from warm cracks, secreting warmth in a language only bodies understand.

And language melted from our bodies
The same night on your mouth was the same on my face

Bodies closening in eagerness
silence became unbearable moans
We plunged frenzily into each other before we drifted away.

And we hid each other in each other souls.
Keeping our secrets.

Fall in love with your day
Take it by the hand and consciously live each new experience it offers you
Become one with it's beauty
Carry it delightfully. Drape gloriously each element that radiates from it
Go further and gather yourself in its peace and rest
So that when you wake up you will still be Fragrant
To fall in love again
Today, tomorrow and everyday.

Words define us in a precision
even when the tightness in our throats won't pronounce it.
Our stubborn refusal ' to see ', moves in us in circles,
fearing that we might not rise again from where we collapsed,
not seize the realisation in the solitude when we fall out,
when we fall out we fall out painful from having loved.

We have lost us,
Lost us away from friends,
families
trying to be what we are, a thing that family won't let it happen.
All wé have is to turn to is what
We call our wounded animals
we carry within us to cry.

We howl our way to survive.
Hoping whatever has been torn violently apart will have stand out once more of whatever is left in Love's name.

Kabir 1440 - 1518.

Do not go to the garden of flowers 
O friend ! go not there, 
In your body is the garden of flowers..... There gaze on the infinite Beauty.

 Kabir 



Kabir, i've  tried  listening to you
Your words are still shinning, they never stopped....

Your deep enthralling wisdom -- an antidote
for those like us in our toxic world

Somehow I cannot receive it, it evades me.
I cannot ask you to teach it
If not i'd have already learnt.

Too many have spoken.
So much has been spoken
Love, God, Brotherhood, Peace
are words we have turned upside down in all possible ways.

Have we not exploited their meanings in every possible ways.

We have lived on language, thrived on its politeness,
We still live in a world, some what similar.


Hitler laughed politely with his friends,

politely, he barred the sheets of paper, too long ...too long 'quick..the final solution' he said ... exterminate. Exterminate. Men .women and children buried where they stood.
'Too banal' he thought ' a waste of time to keep the scores!'
He stopped to bother.

So he just killed them by communities,
country by country.
All, while politely talking with friends
eating caviar and olives over a glass of apperitifs.

Hitler reinvented murder, with gadgets, salutes, national anthems.

Kabir, how do we talk to these guys.
How do we talk to ourselves?

Kabir, so beautiful are your words....to touch them we have to touch them with our hearts.

Your beautiful mind
is all i've got to help me
forget the greed,
the murders, the murderers ,
the cruel, the cruelties ,
the destroyers, the destructions.

Kabir, Thankyou for helping to keep my spine straight,
By this warm fire where I sit
gathering my heart around you
To listen.

 
This road of silence and bridges of words
has always been mine
for travelling.

After miles of silence
i don't know how far i 've trudged
to rescue myself
from my failures,
misunderstandings , unreconciled emotions,
death anguishes
and upheavals.

Sometimes, i cross others
who have overtaken, walked ahead or came from the opposite sides of the road.
this is the road of silence where we
heal from the madness of life.

this is the road of silence
they 've taken as i, for the right reasons or the wrong urges

 
Tired of our devils and angels arising
from life's trauma.
We mend our heart 

on this generous roadside air
by reading the scriptures 

on each day's horizon.

And, at times ,
salvation comes with meanings, 

While words came like rain,
in small showers of relief.

And we stood up from where we collapsed, embracing the euphoria
in our pains.

Thankful for the gift of words.

Thankful that each word
kissed our lips like a lover.

When carbon hardens -- it became diamond.

but when the heart hardened -- it became dead.

where is your diamond, my Heart
who will be your lover on this road.

this is the road of silence.

This is a road of long silences ,
and,  no one knows where he is 

till the right word shines
like a lamp,
like an answer,
like a safe zone for the night 

-- so that we
don't have to hang on to our disgraces
--till we
are diverted from whatever diverted us from our
dignity
A dignity -- we retrive from where we had absconded it.



This is the road of silence, 

and you've to take it
your fathers and mothers, 

your brothers and sisters,
your friends and lovers
are helpless.

Its your...ghost of solitude
It gives you your death call , 

and howls
like Munch's painting,

Only Issa, only Basho
sat calm in their winters
breaking ice 

for their tea,
knowing , 

no tea leaves would tell their future.

Drinking their tea 

they moved on
writing their Haikus.

these warriors 

armed with poetry
reach out for the highest 

aims
with
the little flame in their bodies
barely enough 

to hold themselves
out of darkness.

holding the lights together

They spill words
where no sun 

could ever come in.





Every Haiku written,
tight, 

under a tug of words,

Every Haiku
a new anointement,

a little light
a little bleeding from the soul, 

a finger pointing the star in the sky,
a cherry tree at midnight blooming ,
a beautiful victory.