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THE DARK WINDOWS

I uncurtain the dawn through my window;
Find everything strangely familiar.
Yester days I walked through days,weeks, Summer, Autumn,
And infinities of green
Always in detained.....
Now my face of Yesterdays lying drowned;
My Vision flitters and flies
Over obstacles like a seabird;
Substracts nothing from restless life,
Divides nothing from
Domestic , Democratic, Sociable dark time,
Adds nothing to the Heart of heartless world
Multiplies a strange beauty
To landmark myself in frontiers,
To frame myself in mountain - tops,
To image myself in the vast dimensions of the Earth......

THE FORM OF LOSS DRESSED UP TO GO  EVERYWHERE

The Form of Loss dressed up;
In the first smell of rain,
To decorate profit in black,
With a plan too chartless,
In the eleventh hour cry of life
Creating routes, following every wind,
Climbs rocks, stands aimfully in fields,
Bikes through the familiar catalogues of common things
Steps in to clatters of debits and credits,
Rests on the inevitable genius of worldly 'Why?'.
The Form of Loss walks through
A piece of everything twice upon a time;
Smashing smashing necessity's desire
But never joins the undulating queue.
The Form of Loss ,
At the end of each successful venture
Tastes pure water from Sources....

IN,ON or ABOUT A LIFE in REVERSE ORDER
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I was Radium
In Uranium's Childhood Book.
I perceived only the bright side of the Sky
Every Sunny Minute.
In a wet June's last beam ;
A thunder shaken Sky
Topsy - turvied my Silver girlhood.
In heavy Darkness ;
In excess of Sorrow ;
In Killing Time ,
I exploded like split Mercury.
Burning myself in 'Glowing Husk'
I smell a smell of death.
Only a clock spelled out
The turn of the days.
Extended small hands ,
Hands of my own age ,
Elected me , as small hands
Too could Wonders ;
Where Wisdom and Eloquence
In vain in human pains.
I revived and raised like glittering gold ;
Instead of Charcoal,
That a Mystery of Great Nature.
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    In fragments of shattered silence ,
The dispensing light from
A Sky , beyond my  Sky
Revealed future's darkest hints :
In the comfort of their room ;
In a 'chemical discomfort ' of aloneness
My parents dried up to
Fossilized features , still breathing fire.
In misery they spoke secret words ,
As though they returned to
The Open Spaces of Childhood ;
The diverted ' Circle of Life'.
In a big break through
We were zero'd......
More frustrated , confused
Upset with the world,
I decided myself to change life Symphony.
I subjected my body to Electrolysis ;
Oxidised myself to Old age.
Like a bending aged tree
I toddled my parents - my children.
But never I translated
My agonies to body language.
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      Though floating in the
Public stream so difficult ,
We never end unending expectations.
Against our sharpest pang ,
Our bitterest tear
We look for twilight
From high - hard Sky .
" As every Dark Cloud
Has a Silver Lining
Behind it exists a tear , a sigh."
For being Citizen of Time ,
I overthrew my
Inertness that of Helium ;
For the Minimum Politics of
Survival and Success.
And when realized ,
" Minus can be Greater than Plus "
From Social Arithmetic of Time ,
I joined the Seasons ,
The Sparks of Brightness ,
A bunch of everlasting Glories ;
I was never Ordinary.
And now I am Diamond
In Carbon's s Love - Nest...
I'm defined by
My way of Life.

The CHILDREN of a Sinking Colony died NAKED in the Diary of a RAPIST
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Gently the South wind sighs ;
In a whispered tone often heard
Adieo ! Farewell ! Earth's Bliss!
Clothed they lie in the Cold Tomb.
O Time ! O Life ! O Heart !
Scars of thorns on these Roses???
   A diary from Pain' s landscape
   Under a moonless blind Sky reveals:
"I am a dehydrated man with dreadful  
                                                       Thirst
Seeing expanded pupils of children's eyes
My blood peaks at 108° Fahrenheit.
Brute brute heart of this brute,
Draws two lines of blood;
Never to meet a child again.
Little bloody skirts and frocks ,
Blossoms poisonous colours in me.
   Here the country is on its way to Nuclear 
                                                               Age,
   The government is worried about bigger
                                                                things,
   Genetic engineers are experimenting in
                                              closed rooms,
   And people debate on tradition.
Like an eagle flies ' Tangent'
To a land' s curve, for its prey
I walk on the ' Parabola' of a plane;
And  it is that much easy to get a child
Waiting only Three long minutes;
From careless towns and villages
From cloudy Violet of a Colony.
   In sweat of the working class
   Alike scent of the elite class
   My finger dips deep,
   In the open depths of  faminity.
   Though no breasts to press
    I tear up lips redder than red.
    In surjing joy of no bounds
    I bite the soft skin,
    And draw two lines of blood.
    As a fixed pattern I have
    I possess the bloody skirts or frocks.
    Without a cry of life, rigid by death
    Lies Naked each Child;
    With a whispering Hole....
I have no face,
Poisonous colours is in my chromosomes
My life is moonless in a Trigonometrical 
                                                              point."
O TIME ! O LIFE ! O HEART  !
Like a cliche' d photograph
Clothed they lie in a Cold Tomb.....