cotton buds

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I see the rain out of my window
I love the way each drop knows which peduncle it needs to go

I see the birds hover around
I see the sky enveloping life
I see a dholak in shahi’s hands
He beats on it his palm and a spoon
I see gangs of friends sitting in the ground
I can see them laugh
I can see them clap

And

Whom I am spilling over all my thoughts
Yes, of course I can see you
Only if, I could hear you too

Not just see your lips curling
But also ear the melody churning



I wish I could know the raindrops bump
I wish the birds would chirp to me
I wish I could jingle on shahi’s works
I wish I could devour my own chortle


I close my eyes
And its all ebon-i
I descry no nothing
I hearken no nothing
I scan no nothing
I espy no nothing


But I still feel powerful
There is something in me

Now what I had never given a thought
Makes me revise that the world can still be caught
There is no vision, there isn’t any sound
But I can smell the Buddha out of our bound


I can smell the dust of rain
I can inhale the avis’ feather
I can savor the leather off his instrument
The bouquet of laughter, the aroma of their claps

Now divinity decides to plug my olfactory
To make me odorless
But still let me gasp
To filch scent also off my soul
Let me in the cave of his mental doom


I am dumb, deaf and without my eyes
But I have fervor to live though
To go beyond my destiny and look at what I cannot see
Hear the pitch beyond my tympanum
And seize the stench of cosmogony



Because I can feel
I can feel the beads of drizzle down my vein
I can sense that creature take off my shoulder
I vibrate with the hollow inside
Knowing why I smile standing here


As if syringed and made numb
As if slapped bearing a broken thumb
As if nobody I am made to feel
Sorry, how can I
I no more feel
I no more exist to be

With eyes shut
And rotten ears
With rifled smell
And sudden knowledge of nowhere
With not any sense left to be disgusted

I am no less than honored and hailed
I am rewarded and more than avenged
I wear on my crown the diadem

I look inside
And its all bright
Run down the spine
And move across to a world third to mine
I realize my venture here
Eon of ignorance which I dwelled in
I regain all in a jiffy, in my own plane

Somebody I don’t know when, removed my COTTON BUDS
I open my eyes to look for him
Can now smell his escapade
And my skin attentive of each move

I am stolen
With all my senses gifted back
With all mirrors around my carcass
I have lost my nervous track

I see, hear, smell, feel, taste not what I once could without the legal
I have everything but the cotton buds

God, take back your gift
And return to me the cotton junk, which led me to much more than what I could ever gather and tuck.

Shringi

23 March 2006