Poem/ Porous Calendar

 

I always wished
to have a porous Calendar,
In which the numbers
insanely dance together,
transgressing the four tiny walls
of their boxy-homes.
Even, I tried to live out that
awesome porosity.
One day my teacher called me :
"Are you in this world?
Submit your paper exactly at 00:00."
I got enlightened;
Teachers are truly magicians
who can make us intensely-
connected to "this world!"
Bottom line :
Your time-sense is simply
your location-sense!

Another World / poem

 

 

 

Really?

Are you still believing that

another world is on its way?

 

Yes, friend

It is how I thrive...

I trust in good lies! 

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Silence

 

                                        

 

What is silence?

It’s the time that my soul

wants to create new words

 ‘cause,

no given words found befitting!

 

What is silence?

It is the energy preserved,

to burst out as a new glossia

 

What is silence?

It is the breathlessness

of the one,

 Who has lost his language!

 

What is silence?

It is the womb from which

                                               My loudest convictions explode.

 

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