Lines More Lunatic Than the Sun 9 - 10
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 9
for her
who looks most beautiful in red orna
i’m carrying the best wishes of those lilies
blooming on the iron-grill
When the blue-lotus is becoming more intense
within the rain pipe
i’ve lost the gate-pass of my earthly-birth
this world of secret inclinations and intentions
written in the letters of wild-jasmine
here to take a step
there is the ring-worms
to extend the hand
there is hydrophobia
so many nicknames for the boat-sinking
so many infiltrations
here the information from akrur catered much more
on the skin of masala-muri
than on the misti-dai
much more dance of the algebra
when by the hands
stolen from the sheep-herd
i’m sweeping the fallen leaves
it repeatedly comes to my mind today
that many market-price does not see me alive
even-then each powder-puff is scripting me
on the soap-water
Lines more lunatic than the sun – 10
then
owing to the pollen-grains
i can’t become a good goal-keeper
even a morning
overcastted with nimbus
does not walk
catching the finger of the clap of the thunder
courtesy the james-clip
in her malkosh is playing on
the caw
the news-paper hawker
the maid-servant
though with some different bonding
with some different lighting
so much lachrymose on the cover of the opposite-water
as if at the gate of the candle-manufacturing-plant
some one by the capsicum get attached
the well-being information of the bison that breaks easily
and after stealing some over-boundaries
from the store of the un-timely spring
mingles with the pages of physics
a ratnti-kali-puja
that’ve got titillations from the nail-polish
through the act of walking
i’m
as i can guess
going to become drunk-mad
Copyright © Murari Sinha | Year Posted 2010
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