word whirlpool: lafzouN ka bhaNwur
i
hunger: a mind numbing havoc
love: nihilism anti-dote
peace: presumption of innocence
hate: intolerance incarnate
aray kahaaN bhagtay ho
kahaaN layjatay hou dost
souch ki qaid maiN youN hum ko?
letís not die in vain again
mur ker jo na houN zindah
tou yeh kya baat hui?
mur ker tou laakhouN humdum
bay hiss paRay rehtay haiN
fervors of a feverish faith.
lost forever in the desert
of the wordís un-harnessed journeys
in search of some lost fisherman.
ii
possess nothing personal
emotions, gestures, feelings
body, words---drained, bereft
medals of time-cicatrice
let us harness the halo
of words, spectrum, aura
do not fear those angels, come
enliven the word-magic
succumb to their allure of
joy, hurt, mirth, indignation
protecting the flanks
from imbecilic march
iii
write, write and re-write those words
lost in River Timeís flow
words nursing fervent desires
of folks blurred in Time Fog
write, you must! in that encryption
write, you must! in that emotion
write, you must! in that language
spoken sans comprehension
write!
of concerning, concerting thoughts
that melt down cobwebs of hatred
someone, somewhere, someday will read
fervors of a feverish faith
lost forever in the desert
of the wordís un-harnessed journeys
in search of some lost fisherman
(this was incorporated into "fishing I " later)
hunger: a mind numbing havoc
love: nihilism anti-dote
peace: presumption of innocence
hate: intolerance incarnate
aray kahaaN bhagtay ho
kahaaN layjatay hou dost
souch ki qaid maiN youN hum ko?
letís not die in vain again
mur ker jo na houN zindah
tou yeh kya baat hui?
mur ker tou laakhouN humdum
bay hiss paRay rehtay haiN
fervors of a feverish faith.
lost forever in the desert
of the wordís un-harnessed journeys
in search of some lost fisherman.
ii
possess nothing personal
emotions, gestures, feelings
body, words---drained, bereft
medals of time-cicatrice
let us harness the halo
of words, spectrum, aura
do not fear those angels, come
enliven the word-magic
succumb to their allure of
joy, hurt, mirth, indignation
protecting the flanks
from imbecilic march
iii
write, write and re-write those words
lost in River Timeís flow
words nursing fervent desires
of folks blurred in Time Fog
write, you must! in that encryption
write, you must! in that emotion
write, you must! in that language
spoken sans comprehension
write!
of concerning, concerting thoughts
that melt down cobwebs of hatred
someone, somewhere, someday will read
fervors of a feverish faith
lost forever in the desert
of the wordís un-harnessed journeys
in search of some lost fisherman
(this was incorporated into "fishing I " later)
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