All Things Incomplete.. Poem by Bharati Diggikar

All things incomplete..

The mail that was never written

The video that was never sent

The argument unexpressed

The dialogue left unsaid

Preserve all these denials.

There are such moments.

Sulking, sluggish.

Do not lose their faded shimmer.

Such are the stage lights

In the dreams of late nights.

Deep down in subsoil

Poetry is heard vibrating

Lie flat on the ground

With your heart and ear

Pressed to the aquifer

And listen to the gurgle

Of underground stream,

The rustle of that converse,

one of its kind.

Just be alone surrounded by

all things incomplete

in your own garden of Eden.

-Bharati..