Who occupies this House?
A stranger I to myself must judge –
With unknown quantity of love
For a selfish world, I live in vain?
Who occupies this Stage?
Since no one knows his Circumference –
I would write upon the door
Half my life I owe to circumstance
Who occupies this World?
But bio-programs of newly raised Afternoons
Inhabitants in a half-life pre-defined
But where do the Golden birds assemble?
Who occupies this breeding field?
Must I breed then too, to feel alive –
‘Twas settled long ago I suppose
In some unknown territory of Ghosts & DNA
Until I as a pioneer learned to forget myself
And follow footprints that were made
I found peace, when I learned not to judge.
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Who never lost, do not know –
The thirst that will never be quenched
Plato’s fires in the weary league of Shakespeare
The Greatness that stretches
To the Revolutionary Day?
Who never lost, are unprepared
For the tragedy of a dull life
The cooling tamarind, the gazing tumeric
A legion of spices sought, in vain?
Who never knew, the Royal scars –
The lovers who left, loved in vain!
We are all soldiers in our hearts
With love on our brow, and not always
The Will to overcome, common ruins;
Who never lost, do not fathom more.
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Where I have lost, I softer tread –
And I have failed, upon the lillies
Of so many tongues, women, roads
That I pause and mourn in every verse
Whom have I lost, but myself, this
Ruthless figment of my reality
I vanished from the garden bed
Where I once blossomed and bloomed
Where I have lost, I no longer come –
Down the rumored-path of love
Why, I have lost, the people I knew
Like being bathed in loneliness
An entire lifetime, who dressed in flocks
Of the purest snow, that was me
Dressed always in white, how many
Centuries ago? Next is bliss, the last stop
Where the feelings of stone can feel.
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