In blank-worlds 

are expressions necessarily blank 

and 

do kisses cross each other out 

into happy oblivion? 

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Forgotten melodies:
do they sing in other people's minds
or
do they disappear in the cacophony of latest hits?

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What can better trip word and word-player 

if not the eloquence of silence 
and the obdurate heart?

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Isn't it when you see the beloved's eyes
as sunset and dust
that you really know
how deep in shit
you really are?

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When the earth sleeps gently over certain hearts 

is it as payment 

for services rendered?

And when the earth erupts in flower, fire or melody, 
is it because certain hearts are 
too rebellious to die?

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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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Can anyone be a greater giant 

than when a child requests attention?

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Earthslips and Avalanches

Earthslips and avalanches, 

aren't they but the tearful unburdening of memories that time can no longer suffer?

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Why aren't bright blue flares lit 

as night bleeds into morning? 

 And why isn't the advent of night 

celebrated with the music from 

a blue guitar?

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Why doesn't victory arrive 

as an exquisite combination 

shattering the chess squares 

with incomparable magic? 

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Is there anything more rewarding than the unadulterated embrace of a child?

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Since society is a tinder box 

and people match sticks, 

shouldn't we be thankful that 

bonfires are a rarity?

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What was her name, 

the woman who peddled dreams, 

and who was she in the bright red dress selling laughs?

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If all careless phrases are recycled, would they emerge carefree or sober?

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As my arms grow shorter by and by 

would her love grow less for want of  embrace?

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Why is the marketplace where

dreams are peddled and purchased

dressed in the most forlorn garments,

the most dismal shades?

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Isn't he that would refuse to be his brother's keeper,

the one who is least capable of keeping himself?

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Are you aware of 

all the triumphs you've provoked, 

and all the tragedies you've precipitated?

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When the universe where 'something' resides is infinite,

why do people insist on the miserable extremities of 'all' and 'nothing'?

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If the undocumented ever gets written

wouldn't the world lose forever

the magic of not knowing?

 

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Just because

a tree unclothes

for both sun and rain storm,

must a beautiful woman yield to

all seasonal men?

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Is there is a palliative to cure the wounds of remembrance?

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If the denial of history sought to institutionalize erasure,

how come it is the surest antidote to forgetting?

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Do skyscrapers exchange knowing glances

or

raise eyebrows about rats

and embezzlement that live and die

in their stomachs?

 

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Do you know that

in the crowded marketplace

truth is a rare commodity

and the greater your purchasing power

the more pricey it becomes?

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The faint whiff of sandalwood that just brushed against my heart,

was it the memory of a tender moment

or

a god who has lost his way?

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Will someone who knows these verities
please tell me what is more sacred:

the pursuit of a beautiful woman

or

drinking to the memory of a fleeting moment?

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If long ago the guru paara was made to bend for aesthetic and earthy reasons

is it not true that today the material turning directs it to spectacle and illusion?

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Isn't it true that the most endearing of memorabilia are

pieces from torn love letters

and heart-soaked handkerchiefs?

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Isn't unrequited love 

the timeless tale of 

seeing the beloved as rain 

even as the beloved sees you 

as drought?

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Do they know, those who rob others of their birth right that they were never born and that theft is their own death warrant?

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Who is the first moth to burn in the fire of afterlife, the dictator or her colonial master?

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