Pouch Poetry 5 - 9

5. is it true love or i do take it granted that i’m in love or i do love to think that i’m loving and there is neither any welcome address nor any opening song in my love my experience with heat of fire and with burning pain in the flames of water is nothing less 6. in course of burning i look around the chilly-plant in the tob planted in my won-hand producing green-chillies oh-ho how sweet they are it is no chilled-body that has earned my life or death no remarkable mark is endorsed on the lotus-leaf now easily some words can be written on you i don’t know whether those would be at all some lines of a poem 7 someone falls in loves someone makes love love comes to some another there is the far-off whispering at first she constructs me then destroys rightly i notice her for the first time in six weeks the love that writes in the footnote of the tennis-ball a desperate struggle for existence within our skull there is the love or the midnight of the orion the little squirrel asked now are you in your seventies or eighties those houses with the coating of the sky the air the light-and-shade provide me with the presentation of a wig and a set of artificial teeth 8. the love that touches the hand in drizzling the love that gets lost in the brandishing grasses would they want to inform that the flowers don’t have any skyscraper in the layers of the flesh and blood of the detergents as if a whole human civilisation has been suffering from suppressed pain within it with the dry spell of anger and cough the time had there been no feeding from the love does the human civilisation stagger 9. do you think those words or it’s myself whatever may you say now i’ll travel within a great death to die rather after my demise i may tell i’ve informed everyone …look beneath the large evergreen flower tree the game of light and shadow continues beside those simple households besides a high-head mobile-tower what else would you like to be is it a bath in the ganga-river is it a leaf of the water-lily or it’s a king-cobra tell me i would now make love with that idea from you