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before i speak -
i take care
to walk on to a patch of soft grass.
and to bend my head
upward.
and only then gradually, softly
utter them.
so that the words.
don't.
fall down.
unaided.
- to you.
in case you are not there.

Water colours

- With Pablo, After a long time

The Best Paintings in the World Are Those

Where colours stay intact and don't blend

and with people spattered over, like those solitary colours

isn't this world, one of those paintings ?

White, Black and Brown together without mixing

A world which the artist can easily mend

and the blank spaces in the painting need not be filled

for there is always an elegance in emptiness

It helps when the paintings don't move

So they become new a thousand times for you

and a thousand times you fall over and pass by

without noticing how they, and you, have changed together.

And these stories they tell get better with time

Differentiating themselves from what the artist drew

they travel to far off places like people

and come back, only to laugh at how they all began.

This flat surfaced world enchants us

And keeps us happily locked within itself

like how it does not matter to those colors,

how they look from far away.

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going where i am
is no where
and walking with me is.
the songs follow behind
out of breath.
occasionally catching up.
i move rapidly.
and once in a while
turn to look back.
without ceasing.
or only when
something important
has fallen off.
left behind.
without getting lost.
steeper now.
i hope there is a peak
to reach.
where i could stand
and look at all that
i did not halt for.
and the barrenness
of everything.