Remember

REMEMBER. Remember Poetry is the blood of your visions It rips you apart against The torrid consolidations of mundane Strengths elongated in the retinues Sparked for uncertain verses in trials. It wants huge skies to fly It wants ruined castles for your dreams Vast open spaces for its habitations Wilder faces and unknown stipends And the spirit of beauty for Its hearty congealments. Open up the worlds for incantations The barbarous that do not hold Shipwrecks of your flesh Sinking downwards Pleads of the familiar In an unfamiliar word Silenced petals and anguished flowers. It flies to faraway lands It reaches molten cores of earth It dances on raindrops of hope It talks with dry ghosts In the scorched summers It accepts the cindered fragments Forms frolicking in the liquid sea Or shadows dipped in nothingness. Durlabh Singh.