Monday, August 30, 2010


I am in memory line
of life in block prints
in various forms
in dimensions not even
like in batik
in a way I can walk back
in peace which I lost or thrown
like a glass cup
on which once I filled pearls
poem like words
and in my sea like shell
I search me,
the real one which hides
somewhere in between a sea
and my memory line
and away from realms
where I wandered once
to float a sea,
a sea infinite,
poem like
I am in memory line of Indian Ocean
in its flow, inside me
and in my soul
where I find drought
all of a sudden
but still sea gushes
a pull
and I am into it
sea and memories
I lost not both…..

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