India ▪ that ís Bharat ✧ (in proviso)

under the skies that transcend billions of universes,

the outsized elephant-room of questions & secrets;

deepak ` the lightwriter's canvas broach in open.

 

we read our dread, Who if I cried out would hear me?

 

mind the stillness-mat viz; feelings get encroached; at

first, you praise their dress, then you get ash-dressed.

'ours' keeps breaking - ourselves, within our perimeter.

bully / pulpit alters us; diminishes sickle consciousness.

betwixt the micro spaces of conversation / correctness,

a certain static silence had enshrined in - just all over.

 

harbinger of tenuous assumptions kept on ossifying

into the experiments with musts, doubts, turncoats.

approvers bare intimacy that bears inching eyes;

and when one is completely inside one's perfidy,

a cover-up mindset suborns a hushed horizon —

pretends - the decisions had been difficult. 'yes'

— deserts us in a forgetting curve that reminds us,

of sti-ff-ness between us, culturing the same sky.

take over air consternates us-sets dreams on fire.

formless hubris viz debris, give themselves to gust

to be e'er scattered betwixt this/that; bedraggled.

 

zeroing in, insecurity at the heart of human constructs

the displaced shoes let you see, the surface of yore.

a long haul to dig and find, the great heart of our past.

no spin here, to foresee, real ground under our feet.

unchopping a tree, perched on wasteland, silences..

a thousand mile stare, ensouls thousand silhouettes:

anagram—breathy.ed each other to the bridging truth;

and learnedness, endlessly multiplied with curtain call.

 

where e g /oquence isolates honest assessment, not

being one of their chiliad/st.ic quarters isn't isolation.

not a diminishment, if being exercised more fully -

- truth's episodic memory is tender and unwavering;

ongoing procedure of days - = - simply transformative,

to rain align, all the absorbed moments of illumination.

bathed in light, friendships bear holistic temperament

alert, alert, alter! “after the game is before the game”.

 

tales shine in via our window of thousand caresses,

where you are sewing a blouse that feeds the spine.

tender paws & sky-ball inside, dashing out of a conch;

over tears-coasts, the white expanse, so kind & clear.

coconut chirping an intrinsic and glorious awakening.

rose dew here, and trouble talk lies beyond the map.

the truth is made real through servitude in affection.

psithurism of intimate revelations recalls clutched keys;

the key did turn. everywhere you turn is full of wonder.

awed to see - the shift inside, shifts deep garden state!

how did a blackbird of the milky way land up here,

that joy glistens in the kaleidoscopic, tent•i•er eyes.

how else to truly trace this landscape of provenance,

a cat following a radiant butterfly to the ringing bells.

 

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　 　　 　　 India ▪ that is Bhāratam

　 　a quiet 'photo meditation' and a poem

　　 　 to read in the quiet of your days.

　　 and share as we gather around what we love.

© Think Through The — Magic Box Photographie [◎]

　 　* The italicized line is by Rainer Maria Rilke.

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