The Lunatic Wakes To The Light of Birds
The lunatic wakes to the light of birdsHis electric wires begin to glowBirds sing throughout forests of flesh and bloodOutside the lunatic’s fingers become wires.Darkness roars in the lunatic’s arteriesIt’s the darkness of half a sleep, another kind of wakingAnd even complete sleep is a kind of fireThat must burst open in his waking.The lunatic watches all sound with eyes that paraphrase the SunCircling outlying centresAnd several sleeps and lightnings awakenA vast lullaby in flesh and blood.The lunatic watches a bird...flying...with fluttering eyelidsAnd his eyes are drowned as they flutter.(
Ekoon Kavita-3, p.597)
Doors of Coincidences Open and Shut
Doors of coincidences open and shut.Wherever lights burn moths are drawnBy dancing flames...I’ve heard many
before they ended...Many notes have have separated the layers of dimensions...Half-shadows have mingled many a time...The heart wells up at times without any reasonWatching this string of days...Like broken stringsOne remembers many souls blinded by loveMany bonds formed in the past, broken sinceMany sinners’ souls loving even me!Doors of coincidences open and shutTherefore we met and behind usAll doors disappeared...We remained together...Supportless, surprised we held each other’s handsThat remained in our hands---life was over!