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Wonderful is not so much

As the beauty of the loveArrested in its architecture-Starry white dome in starry spaceRay lit clouds set aglowFairer than the sky, akin to third eyeVisitors’ mind illumine with cosmic blissAs night snuffs asleep.What’s bricked up looking glassDawn sunpolishesTill Jamuna’s surface looks backHallucinating but still real.There’s in it no beautyThat’s not surpassed in beautyBy beautiful carved…

Viaduct

To the bridge builders the viaduct is a mid-airtrustiest monument letting itself be a conduitof connectivity for passing carrier of traffic,beyond earth attachment.Rooted in infinity, itsarches of all denominations scaffold one anothereach offering shoulders to others, in their essencecosmic, akin to the interrelated structureof reality throbbing as one body, timedby a common pulse.Cobbled with stones…

You’re only held together by me

alive you suck the airfor any nipple of moisture, deadI reuse human remains to revivefuture dust to re-people waste.I turnmy garments of seasonsto unpack weather, inducing sky-spilledrain tasting infinitude.in my bird-throatedland the fluting windgently blows the landscape in your eyesstirring your curiosityto trees flaming into autumnor the sun dimming its light lowto cosmic blissas today…

Atomized ocean, sun powered, airlifted,

Eternal silence of infinite space.Unknown what is it holding when it falls, yetBlessed from above despite unclear sky,As if immensity taps at our lifeEither as celestial shower of mercyOr world wide waterfalls of existenceEmptying itself on what the world survives-Failed or excess, all is derailed.What’s by birth creation whole, unique taste,Free its service, humanity its…

To wish a life without the slant upward

without the excitement of risingwithout effort, just jostlingon the shore.To climb is to experiencethe ascent itself-in all its momentsof revelations-the heart-break, the fatigue,the peak within, the footprintsleft by so many civilisations,how co-hikers grow thinner and thinneruntil you are the only alpinist. You seesomething of your own soul in the plants,animals and birds that no museumscould…

Mere amorphous dust in permanent suspension,

of your soul MAN, I’m an emissary of somehigher order.What’s left of daylight, at nightI turn down the borrowed light throughthe darkness of night sky, low to cosmic blissas a torch for the benighted and as anenlightenment of the sky.Though cratered byimperfection, but free from sun’s heat and rain’scoldness, I retain my splendour when visibleand…