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The sea-
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every evening
taking the samidha of clouds
in the homakund of the sun
putting the ahuti of waves
the sea creates an abhichar,
every evening
black comes from the abhichar
gives the news of a conspiracy,
and from this conspiracy
this world has grown
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as the evening withers away
a star sprouts
direct on the sea
with his finger on his lips
he bids me, you and them be quiet
be careful,
you are not the only one alone,
we all are alone
in our own sea
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I saw
him and the sea
that evening
he was lolling in the sea
and the sea was overflowing in him
he saw
me and the sea
together
the sun was sinking in the sea
and I was sinking with him
we saw each other
and started sinking in each other
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in the black quietness of the night
the earth grows
a ray of light
what is unusual in it
the sky always hangs
lamps of light
every night
look at the sea
why does he remain behind
he is bringing the line of light
which burns the oven
across the sea
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somebody says
it is an open sky
as open
as an open fist
somebody says
it is a deep sea
as deep
as the heart of man
when I saw
it was an empty canvas
where there was not
a single line of scratch
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It is the sea of smell
of bodies of floating light
the smell makes the nostrils flutter
like fish
swimming in water .
that smell
enters into every pore
like pieces of shells.
and the body changes
into a sea of smell
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keeping close to his chest
innumerable colours
like floating lights
and laughing rocks
how lonely is the sea
who knows?
Even the sea does not know
but when his reverberations
the waves putting their heads on the shore
and the bursting bubbles
whisper into the ears
how lonely is the sea
who knows?
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the sea is getting wet
in the rain
laughing
like a desert child
the sea is getting wet
with his own tears
smiling
like a young woman
sitting on an island
the sea is getting wet
with the shower of love
sobbing in pain
getting separated
from his loved one
the sea is getting wet
in the first rain
after summer
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the smell of the sea
is different from
the soil wet in the rain
it has no relation
to the smell of a flower
it does not know
the sharp taste of passion
the smell of the sea
does not enter into the nostrils
but enters into every pore
and touches gently
and hypnotizes
the smell of the sea
tells the oral story
of the sweat of fishermen
the play of sea animals
and the legends of ships
Why is she worried about the disappearing sea?
Everything is here:
Waves of men coming after each other
Shells of laughter, sand pushing under the soles of feet
Shining lights, fruitless coconut trees
The goats ready for slaughter
And balconies of hotels looking straight towards the seashore--
Still she is sad
As if something is lost
The whole sea, not only the sea
The sun sinking in it too.
She is really disturbed.
Till yesterday she was sitting here
Talking for hours
Creating palaces in the mind
Waves came and saw them busy talking
Went away quietly
Telling the stories of the journey
The drunken sea lost in them
The sun sitting on a small hill
Became a quite friend
Quietness started roaring like the sea
Everything is here
Except the sea, the sun, and the quietness
Then why is she worried?
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