Some where in one ocean shore
In one summer,
I lost a word while flowing
down in one stream
From parting clouds
Like lightening I watched
the last alphabet
moving towards horizon
to disappear in one island
Silence..
My fingers whisper now on words
primordial, elemental, contemporary
avant-garde, futuristic
and on eras of four divisions
greed of a decked up compass
pierced the toiled grace of years
to ground zero, to dust
on its sharpened needles..
When sun equated day and night
earth stood apart
from changing seasons..
and fragrance of dawn
earthen
Sirium Myrtifolium
Prayers of Tagore