The mysteries and miracles
Surrounding it?
What it is dark, let it be,
As the dark will remain
Unto the last
And these can never be resolved.
What it was dark, will continue to be,
What it was dark,
As dark is dark,
Not only dark, but beautiful.
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I closing the eyes
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Going uninvitedAnd the Samjhauta ExpressTaking to,Hearing the talksAnd smiling thereonOn the one handWhile on the otherThere going onQuawwallis,Thumris and ghazalsAnd mushairasIn compartment to compartment.Mr.SinghThough uninvited,But as a writer,One of Train to Pakistan,Taking the liberty of,Being a LahorianGoing to,Boarding the train,HearingQuwwallis,Ghazals and thumrisAnd mushairasasTo his entertainmentAnd entertaining others tooWith his fillips,Wit and humour,Cracking jokes.
I see the Avalokitesvara statues
And think about the serene presenceSo tenderly in composureAnd compassionateThe BidhisattvaCalm and serene and gracious.
Bob,
The manIn the long,Long black coat,The man, the manIn the long,Long black coat?
Even if you do not have pen and paper,
And posting on the Internet,I am going, eating, drinking, sleeping,I am sitting and talkingAnd this will make you turn into a poetWithout investing anything else.