The grass is wet from last night's tears,
When you chose to swim upstream and the very breathing
became thick,
Your muscles ached, yet you didn't relent,
as if a punishment or a curse followed you into many years
The earth saw saw the silent penance
and cried.
When you questioned the primordial wisdom and
chose a disoriented sky over the sun,
the path was bound to grow thorns
that kept spreading to the distance you walked isolated.
Every path is not your path,
You whispered to the morning breeze
and turned saint,
The sea suddenly grew around you and
built an island.
The leaves shook their heads in agreement,
when you walked alone in the lanes to your solitary abode,
your fists wiping away your tears and your head high
on your shoulders.
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As you entered the afternoon outside,
It suddenly felt like an empty beach with the sun shining pale,
A bland beach without anyone or anything,
and you there in your aerial form,
only the soul moving about, your body far away in the human world.
Nowadays, it feels like aloneness and calm entering you afresh,
as if you are about to set up on a Himalayan quest,
Sometimes a woman is seen crying in the past,
shedding tears at God's discrepancy,
but it is not, you know, you are destined to walk in the ether,
with one leg on earth and one in the air,
You may walk your exterior as much like any other female,
Inside you a consciousness churns things
that keep you apart, quite apart.
Why a lone afternoon sings elegies,
Whose death do you mourn?
You drop two tears every now and then just because,
you are made up of seven elements? Air, water, earth, sky,
some madness, a lot of freedom, some bondage and some woman?
This afternoon will also slide into darkness,
When will the moon ripe, and come up in the sky?
A fatigue, a tiredness has started entering you,
Will you linger, or you want to die.
Death is easy, life's curious, to float about,
for there is an innocence in your being,
Live a little more, before the arms envelope you ,
before your perceptions light you up, and turn into a meddle,
write one more song, let your tired self break into a jiggle
once more, mingle into the afternoon once more
and sing.
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