Sunday, September 5, 2010


Yes, it is true,
I got this passion
for poems certainly
and I love that passion
more than my life
like one ocean
that roars in and around me
from one tiny conch shell
and if a few ink drops
thicker than blood
frame a portrait in square box
sheet to disfigure my passion
to praise someone
who sells conscience
in open barters
I tell those ink marks
to continue,
continue to float
a river of effluents
as ink is not my medium
and I paint my passion
In raindrops
In oceans
In earthen dreams.....

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