Sarang Mangi

Now even Silence has come to live on your lips,
your hazy eyes takes towards the lost exotic islands,
Sometimes even the "word" catches fire on my lips,
how will the unfortunate ever think of the kiss,
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The windows of my room ache,
from too much silence,
and my mind goes to walk on the blue waters of the pacific,
you and I hand in hand,
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Ahhh you who do not exist,
come so that I may say goodbye to the melancholic smoke of mine,
the cigarette aches from too much smoke,
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The nothingness out of which you emerge,
is also a part of me, of which you do not know
no one wants to be with you,
everyone flees you, but feels you,
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Even the Last trace of light has expired,
little by little night comes to bite,
the last traces of light at my summit,
the plum of my happiness,
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Shadows, transparent grey,
ask me about themselves,
I only know that when they exist, I exist
I too am the shadow of my own self,
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It was that time when you abandoned me,
the twilight had bid farewell to the long sad day;
So that it could be lost among the silence and the darkness of night.
That night moon was seen transparently among the few lit stars.
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If I keep on looking at the moon, between the pines;
Leaves of pine cut in halves the mystic light of it,
Sometimes my whole being trembles at this,
I worry because the ancient tree gives me red signals of separation.
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The only difference between you and the moon,
My distant friend is that the moon never leaves me alone,
It does not send assorted bones wrapped in a sad night like this,
Your only gifts were ‘sorrow' and ‘melancholy', the twin sisters.
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Only Silence there, where I wait
as lonely as a star I remain among the melancholic planets,
I see the sky change it's place,
leaving me where I was….
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When the dark hour tolled its bell;
I had to bring certain things to light.

It was needed, the roots concealed yet;
Had to be brought to the surface.
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