‘MATTER’ TO THY FORM

My distance, from
The mass of uncertainty
Or, of mule momentum
Will take shape one day
Luring vacuum, binding
Towards thy nucleus
A little electron, me
Circumscribing
Thy ceaseless confine

Bare entire barren sweep
To confine ‘me’
Circumventing thy dimension
Not so long away
From ‘now’, the
Asymmetry of space;
To bind my distance
Annihilating all, that
Was ‘matter’ to thy form!

NEW SPROUT

Roots wrapped
Stillness ruffles
To grow
A lump of land
About the bones
Beside silvery ashes

Memory recalls
Every dying moment
To absorb into you
The ages, and
Heave of heart
In a new sprout!

STRANGE LIFE

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Life's strange,
Sunshine rain,
We got to maintain,
Suffer pain and distress.

Life teach us,
In many ways.
To overcome inter-change
and anxiety.

It has point of opening,
and have its end.
But if we know its ways,
It can make us immortal.

~ Anshul Amef (My Son)

USAGE

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Work me here
Daily life mine
To boot my feet, and
Walk my tongue

Crumpled ages
Wrinkle forehead
Employ
His silent use

No toil, dig
Permanent shake, and
No luck
Conquer death

LADLE A WHIRL

In what blank look

I search inside

Streaming vapors, wafting

That warm tea-cup,

The shadow

Of thy face!

Many times

Appearance flash

With twisting glance

Enamored by thy look

How I charm my wish

To ladle a whirl

Inside the tea-cup

In what blank look

I searched inside

It took me by one

Cajoling and conjoining

The look

In eternal mirror

GOLDEN WINGS

It pleased

My vanished eyes

To bear

No burden

To my pagan past

But

To regale

The dawning bloom

Sprouting faith

To take a peep

From my morning window

Opening

His grace

And

Humble sustenance

In my new

Vision

Plowing the fields

With golden wings

SALLY MY PAIN

Divulge me subtly, that
You take no penchant
In newness sprout
To my wilt
Drooping my old age

No wisdom mine, farther
Operate thy groovy smile, to
Sally my pain
Looping ethereal form

I crave thy heart
Yearning pregnant other-land
To reveal thy form
Where it grows
Light and radiance