Sunday, September 27, 2009


Tears are but water,

more than the heart can hold
And living in it, is the art to learn
from the fish inside a bowl

But when the fish had learnt to
Hide the brine inside her soul
The bowl cracked from brim to base
That which had been her world

~ kobita.

A secret sunset will rise
between the mountains
that never meet
to warm up that bird's song
that was buried
beneath the ice decades long,
And I shall absorb that sun
melt into glass,
to form a unbreakable bowl
for that
to which
it means
the world

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