Murari Sinha Poet Free verse

The Language of Silence

1. A Little Quarrel
I don't like this much peace.

Come, let's wave our hands, 
move our feet, 
and have a little quarrel.

2. The Language of Silence
I cannot read 
the language of silence.

Spitting on myself, 
I quietly paste myself 
onto a silent wall.

3. After the Autumn Rain
It rained last night, 
rain in autumn.

Stepping out for a walk at dawn,
I see the park bench 
glistening beneath 
the lamppost's light.

Here and there along the road, 
a few water snails.

4. Aquarium Civilization
On the water 
where people swim 
in the pond by the field,
 the marks of human beings.

Forgive me, 
O aquarium civilization.
I cannot become 
a colorful fish.

5. The Four Rooms
From Green Mango's Greenroom, 
we stepped out 
and, holding the hand 
of a wayward Valmiki, 
arrived at Red Chili's Reading Room.

Then came so many words, 
so much laughter, 
so many songs.

Then, to Yellow Banana's Yoga Room, 
where I lost my pen.

And now, through the very existence 
of that lost pen,
 I can write better poems, 
sitting here in Blue Berry's Basement.

6. Questions for the Sea
I had gathered
a great many questions,
meaning to ask the sea.
Watching the sea's 
restless waves,
I realized 
my questions had disappeared.

When I returned, 
all that remained 
upon my body 
was the touch 
of saltwater.

7. A Philosophy of Water
A flock of birds
 flew across the evening sky.

There is no shortage of science 
within them. 
Nor is there an excess of science.

In the morning light, 
the trees are filled with 
Togor flowers.

There is no shortage of beauty 
within them. 
Nor is there an excess of beauty.

Water flows 
through the drain.

Fish move within the water.

To me, 
that too 
is a philosophy

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