YOU HAVE TO GO AND SLEEP
near a sea and take heed
to its snores
by nights, what giant
breathes it has,
yet you require to jam
all sounds,
to take heed to this
giant of life.
I have forever been tamed
at silence,
to listen to faint
knocks, to take heed
to footsteps at several
phases in life.
I have been tamed at
listening to my
lover’s strides, time –
past midnights,
by sleeping on makeshift
cots,
stranded by door, in case
I fail,
to perceive his gentle knocks
amidst the noise of life
within.
Try being wakeful in your
bed
at night combating sleep
and
recreate the game of
detecting
vehicles that go past, by
their sounds
and speeds, I have
endeavoured
many a time on sleepless
nights,
and you will not know how
nights dawn to days,
detecting vehicles’ speed
and
halt and the point at
which
one may halt outside your
heart.
***
NOWHERE
If you sight me ride a
bus bound
to, “nowhere” quit
demanding where
and why, for this is what
I desired to do
for an agelong time . . .
to get on a bus, sparsely
filled,
occupy a window seat,
drop my
gaze from somewhere to
nowhere
and ride and ride half a
day to
alight at a “nowhere”
halt,
stretch my limbs as if
walking out of a dream,
have a coffee, snack a
bit,
develop a knowing
acquaintance
with the driver and
conductor,
they, like me, were glad
to
pass a day to nowhere
and then get on the same
bus,
for a return ride for the
rest half
of the day . . .
And if you catch sight of
me
in the middle of a ride,
I may not retort
your knowing glance for,
I am returning from
nowhere,
washed off of all memory
cells.
***
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