Anubhav Tulasi

A deer grazes at the heart of the moon
Very often the question arises
Who is a man
Who's a woman
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A weird dictionary I planned to compile
Long ago I built a castle in the air
Utterly absurd
No word would find a place there
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Till yesterday which was not a bird
but something else
Even today morning
it crossed the bridge on foot
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Drum beats and clapping of bamboo clappers
on the night deepened by pigeons' coos
my heart is impaled as if jabbed by a spear
What are you doing now, o bihuwoti
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Again on Saturday the flood will rush around
The fragrance of heart sips in the incessant rain
The ration will reach on Sunday
Pitching a tent sadness will settle in my heart
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The short winter days shrink
Smoke rises into the air and disappears
from the top of the bamboo groves
Obscene abuses and curses
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I've spread so arid an atmosphere
that the tears of my wife have dried up
I've kept burning such a fire all the time
that the smile of my wife has burned up
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For the fourth time I've moved house
Even in the fourth place
he keeps sitting tight
His name is Ancient Quietness
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Dead midnight
we were walking
in the moonlight
Under the jamun tree a path
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A burden too old
As it is a part of body
I'm hardly aware of it
Not a bother if he were a corn on a limb
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A blind lover of rain
With no space
to put one's foot
this is a world of lovers
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All throughout I've explained
before Dearth itself
about the dearth of a pair of socks
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My brother Ajit's slumber
races to the depths of the blue
The emptiness flowing through the fissures of the net
becomes bridgeless as it blends with the absolute void
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How many days do the dead take
to settle in the celestial order as a star
I don't know really
But I'd a few captivating moments
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Day and night, something went wrong with the usually accurate calculation
The spot illuminated today is daytime, only as per your geography
And my south pole is high on opium
Day is a truth manifest in one of your eyes
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God hadn't created rain
to wet the bras, panties and petticoats
of charming cheerful colourful beauties
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The world is a toy in the hands of a toy
The day itself is a toy, a toy of modern firearm
To make the world shake in fear, a toy held by the Sun
Perhaps the Sun also is a toy, Gods' favorite toy
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