Friday, May 19, 2017

Friday Poems / ShortPoems 19.05.2017 / 18.11.2016





Past
    The beautiful
Part
Of the
Past
Is
Its
Immutability
It
Always
Remains
As it was
Despite
    All
Reinterpretations

Century
    Each cen-
Tury
Has
Hundred
Years
And
Takes
But
So
    Differently
Long

Return
    We all
Are
On
A
Travel
Without
Return
But
We insist
    On
Return tickets

Suicide
    Self-
Murder
Is
A parachute-
Jump
Before
The end
Of the
Travel
In
Which
    The chute
Does not open

Godhead
    After the
Four armed
Godhead
Had come
To
Earth
All
We knew
Was
To amputate
    Two of
Her arms

Ice
    The lake
Is
Frozen
The
Ice
Is firm
But
Where
Just
    Should we
Go
                       Karakol, Tajikistan

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