Words are silver

Silver fish would eat body’s words
As a body choked on its own dust.

They would swim print and dust
And bring books to the final dust.

They levelled with us in the glass
Bouncing at ends of space as fish

In glass to cater to  human folly.
We take them for silvery words.

Silence is golden but the speech
Often is silver in a  book’s spine.


Of the same blood

We belonged to same blood
As your blood drained away.

It found estuary in stomach
Where it joined a whole sea.

It is blood we bore together.
We belonged to same blood.

Now blood is a sun on boil,
Every morning high on sea.

Now I see blood in my eyes,
Waiting for it to enter a sea.


The light cloud in my head
And nimbus floating on sea

Form one continuous story
Of crows and fishes caught

And wriggling in a fish net,
Fishermen caught tugging.

And now who tugs whom
Forms cloud of a seascape

Set to infinity beyond hill
Of a vague dolphin’s nose

Which is an image caught
In a morass of light cloud.

I wake one more sea-day
After many such wakings,

To be alive one more day,
As my cloud drifts on sea.

Mountains are peace

You try to take in a new world.
Your new horizon is her body,

A cave from which you came.
Here it is a new world of light.

Keep screwball eyes together,
As they search the new world

While its sounds echo in head
Like endless sea in empty sky.

You suck  thumb with mouth.
Wiggle feet to define horizon

And cry now in your stomach
And the mountains are peace.