Did you know, this junction sees it all

Did you know, this junction sees it all
Every sufferance, each train of joy
This junction knows, it sees it all
It sees stray encounters sweetunsweet
Of those who meet in roads
Which do not meet
But draw close and diverge
Till the waving of the hands
Is a figure, a line, a dot and sky
This junction sees such passings
Passings tantalisingly close
Heartbreakingly so
But they pass, and this is seen
This junction sees the imprints etched
And sure enough, it sees it erased
It sees stories in the erasing
Stories which leave leftovers
Like remainders in divisions
It collects these leftovers and packs it all
Looks longingly now and then swipes it away
Everything becomes memory now
Everything is retrospect now
In retrospect so much could happen
But nothing could, nothing did
How sad

adhvaitham

shantham               shantham               shantham

     adhvaitham

n'aham               n'naham               n'tvam

     adhvaitham

n'manushyam               n'maanushyam               n'dhaivam

     adhvaitham

n'jananam               n'maranam               n'punarjanmam

     adhvaitham

n'thrupthy               n'athrupthy               n'ashantham

n'shantham               n'ashantham

     adhvaitham               adhvaitham               adhvaitham

when the clock strikes ten ten

when the clock strikes ten ten and i fall
into the marble of the gilded banquet hall
that is when i hear the ceiling call
through a hole in the magician's shawl
some of whose rabbits now jump at me
as i try to wrench myself free
from the floor's all embracing glee
i try hard to stand but i crawl
there is now whisky burning on the stove
fat men in white wings are flying above
one of whom has arrows and a bow
he shoots one and it becomes a shove
which takes me down by the chest
i descend thinking this is no time to rest
soon there is going to be another ball
the clock strikes ten ten then and i fall

see, night, despite us, is happening

see, night, despite us, is happening
and we stand on the edge of edges
our reluctant and eager toes inch
towards the brink of another brink

look, for certain this is night happening
look, we are beginning separations
our directions ever so surely turning
and our roads are parallel, they lead away, look

watch, we walk alone this night
our fingers find no fingers, they twitch
watch, we will shed memories in our stride
i will forget you, you will forget me
and soon there will be another by our side

somedays the day is like that

somedays the day flits like butterflies on aimless flight fluttering without direction moving this way that way up down flitting shooting becalming pulsating throbbing flying perspiring, if butterflies can perspire, if days can perspire
somedays the day is like that
somedays the day moves with enormous purpose like spiders on the kill moving around in intent circles moving in moving away even knowing knowing all the while that the distance is closing and the webbed fly is on the weave of death and the spider moves in moves in like the day of enormous intent
somedays the day is like that
somedays the day is like nothing and all that you do is nothing even when you do something and someone says you you have done something and you you know it is nothing because you you know everything is nothing and so the day even if it is rich rich and noble noble is nothing and you know it
somedays the day is like that

she that is lonely and who breaks the minute

she that is lonely and who breaks the minute
which crumbles on her like old bread
and then rises like a wave to engulf her
she has nothing to fear
her loneliness will take her through
and someday she will sleep content
like how children sleep after long days

she who worries for her different loves
who is wife, daughter, lover, mother
her enormous heart will suffice
through repeated betrayals of her love
she has nothing to worry
for she has it in her to take it all in
and from the suffering extend pleasure