Letters through Winds

Dejected senses flicker up
Burning sensation, cools the
Base of hair on arms and chest
Carries old gnarled mount rocks
Searching place to dump them
To make them roll out
Of the universe...
They are comets, do not belong to us
They should spin out...
The cathedral calls, temple bell rings
But the old ‘mahogany’ of my campus
Looks at me over the court of laws
Sends me letters of peace
Through bumpy winds
I feel matchless as I read letters
Floating around in shades of her waving arms.

Just for Me

The empty room must be in use;
Not with much but with
A lantern, papers and pens.
The window must open to view
The varying seasons gauging
From the movement of clouds
And angle of early sunrays;
And then let me enter...
I will sit in the swing of spider webs
And empty it once again
Off the papers...
For each time I will write on it
A postman of breeze
Would carry it from my window
To those clouds and use it for filling pillows
In which I would sleep soon.

Lifeless

Crowds surround a tree
Leafless, quivering still
After the lightning strike
Of last elections
Raped its wings;
Today the crowd around
And the leader beneath its shadow
Looks like to have an open planning
To burn away the lifeless tree;
Valor over weakness and
Mobility over tranquility wins

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