Eyes struck to the
peripheral horizon
Voices of invisible faces
Heard in my soul
Before the departure and way in
Crossing the corridor line
Hop, hop on space and
time
Living within the fortifications
In-house relations and external associations
They hang on
Like the earrings of gossip mongers
Even after we vanish from the address
A seed disbursed by the bird
Sprouts in the forbidden partition
The dwelling walls expose countless stories
Akin to the signature of the nest
Resonance from cavity in the trunk
Testimony of the naked earth
An indigenous thought
Dissolving aromatic mist
In mud’s chore
(6-1-14, to the
boundary walls of my abode)
2 comments:
Traces of our lives are left beyond our departure and the marks that we leave behind remain in the souls of close ones and also in the boundary walls of our abode... beautifully expressed dear Satya Srinivas Sir.
Thanks vijay
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