By Purvesh Khamankar
Dry twigs wrestle the wind
Shadows burn on the ground
Here I stand in the center
And the world turns around
With yellow leaves laughing
White sand dyed brown
In Nameless nothingness
I named a pronoun
All of me
All of me
At the bottom of this sea
Sand dunes shrunk to seashell
Like past framed into memory
I watch dazed morning
Walk drunk upon the shore
Where my footsteps on the sand
Leave footprints no more
As if all of my life
Was a mirage from the start
A mirror holding together
A man falling apart
All of me
All of me
At the bottom of this sea
In the sky a sun wrinkled
And stars breaking free
Am I drowning
Am I drowning
Should I breathe this darkness and lay
As a dead man in a dying womb being fed everyday
The same old desires
The same old silver songs
The same old praise and promises
That nothing would go wrong
And only if only
I could no longer be here
Be a past that never happened
And a future always near
But never coming together
With the rhythm of our heart
An end that is unending
A beginning that never did start
You and me, you and me
The Sand and the sea
Away forever
Our little infinity
The edges of the world
Like pages from a play
A Recurring razzmatazz
Occurring everyday
The blue’s beats
Jarring jazz
And ballads on the way
Razzmatazz, razzmatazz
As Liquored lovers say
“You be thought and I the mind
To reminisce and remind
That love is not litmus
To be tested everyday
Let it flower, let it grow
Be careful what you sow
For the soil takes it all
Your flight and your fall
And it’s the way of the crowd
To take as truth what is loud
While our love is all silence
Strong sans the violence
So take care of the petals
They are flesh and not metal
And do not look for reflection
Till the water; it has settled”
Dry twigs wrestle the wind
Shadows burn on the ground
Here I stand at the edge
And the world is not round
Black leaves moan
Under heels; trodden down
In Nameless nothingness
I named a pronoun
All of me
All of me
At the bottom of this sea
Falling nowhere
With two skies above me
All of me
All of me
At the bottom of this sea
Fading in the distance
Once man now memory