I admire your confusions,
Like day like death,
Like sky like sin,
Like bird like breath.
How sea and silence are one,
How mountains and the mind are two,
How my heart is never of counts,
For when I find you,
Next to the veins that I tied you up with in my head,
For you to stay,
And never leave me,
I realised, it’s not all the same .
Your confusions ,
Makes me your father, brother and self at times,
And clearly, my mind,
Dont have to be right at the farme of the flux that lights the colours alive.
I mean, how wonderful ever I could certainly adore something,
But now, it seems, I have to love it all,
Every piece of my heart from the past,
Every broken notes that turned into a tear,
All of it, has to be loved ,
By a father, son and brother.
For my little one died in the game of knowing things,
And the elder one never realised that we were wrong.
Lile your red dense river,
As I call it,
For confusions are bright .
There are knots of blood,
Not letting go of what I have known,
In your eyes,
I found myself under the clear skies,
Oh dear divine,
Why this mind, play games,
To understand this oft spoken reality,
And knots of blood.
Her hair now, they sync into the rivers of my rush,
Red and dense,
She reminds me how Rivers should be,
Says, it’s the ocean we all aim,
Little delight with tsunamis,
Constellations and stars..
And what have I known,
Of the stars that died,
They bleed like us,
Into the same ocean,
Oh dear divine,
Colours that reminds of my days,
Calm, and secure,
Never to be known,
Now that I lay under the skies,
And the world glares upon my scars,
But I am healing,
Little do they do,
All these wet roads,
They lead to the ocean,
It still rains,
Glares would curse the cosmos,
Only to flow with words,
Be lost, she said,
And I have never known,
Only felt the river and her bones.