When the poet decides to go silent, 

isn't that when he is at his eloquent best; 

didn't the artist release 

the most magical configurations of colour 

the day she retired 

easel and brush?

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Were you aware, 

perhaps in a sacred moment of 

intoxication, 

that an evil guard 

imprisons us by the 

winding of clocks?

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When you and I disappeared into us, 

did we become one with the universe, 

did we absent ourselves from relevance?

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When the mountain asked the river, 

'What did you do to my children?' 

did the river reply, 

'I took them to their grandparents' ?

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Is it true then that 

dew is but the tears 

shed by blades of grass 

on account of all burden of 

carrying feet, 

memories and hearts?

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When the pebble 

told the mountain 

"We are family", 

why did the mountain 

look down in disdain?

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If we know without doubt 

that the beloved is omnipresent 

why then do we crave her intimacy, 

her permanent immediacy? 

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