Tears Beyond A Poem's Ken

All that I see
I am able to bind in verse

On a tapering rail road
A solitary shoe

From the clouds
The slow descent of sparrows

The eyes of an infant
Just awoken

Upon the burnished earth of youth
The shadows of rebellion

As white doves prepare to gather
The indo-pak border
Turning into a murder of ravens

Dreams that dissolve
At the touch of dawn

Upon the shores of the night
The cockle shells of truth

I don’t know why

But that moment of separation
Sits weeping by the steps
At the doors to the temple
Of my poesy

Poet's Mystery

With eyes brimming
With the mysteries
Of jungles old
He roams

In the vast expanse within
Above a river that reflects empty skies
He tosses the shadow
Of a bird in flight
And watches it float away

In every solitary path
You may meet lonesome flowers
Scattered beside his footprints

Across fences, beyond boundaries
His window overlooks an infinite freeway
Through this window
He searches for wonders
And so finding them, is lost in them
And so his time passes

He exists
Aware of every second, singly
Above its rails life travels
And below it death glides incessantly
This he believes, and yet
He can distill moments that bind them both
And are free from either

To fill the recesses of his heart
With peace
He holds dearly
To sorrows past

Through ineffable visions of darkness
He shoots shards of blinding light
And brings to life
Visions of his own

With naught but solitude as sentinel
He assimilates all life within himself

As the child floats
A paper boat

The poet
Floats heaven
In world's puddle