Cube (Not a Love Story)

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Cube (Not a Love Story)

From the time my love is gone,
From the time I forgot to love…

I am so empty like a cube
I have walls but no paintings — good or bad.
I have corners but no writing table
I have windows but outside —
No lights of the city, no blueness of the sky, no birds chirping on no green trees.

From the time my love is gone,
From the time I forgot to love…
I am so empty like a cube,
I have open doors, but no one to come inside

And I, I am afraid to go outside in this frightening wilderness.
I have no passion, Oh! Artless Oh! Feeling-less — What I have become?
I am in a deep excavation, lost…
Waiting for it to close up upon me…
In mud and soil… Giving way to skyscrapers… (Sacrifice)

– Mon Avis

Recap

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Recap

1987
I was born a Libra, son of a prince.
Loved and cared and respected
like a king.

In the world of soil, water and hardwork
a thinker, a philosopher and a writer.

1993
I was born again
to a surrogate mother — Rawatbhata (a new town).

Silent, unspoken among my stepbrothers.
Could never make it.

2002
A lover of a divine lady
a goddess among human beings.

Eyes, hair, face still I remember
could never make it.

2007
Visiting a flamboyant aunt — Jaipur (the capitol).
Knew more and more – still silent.

Loser, careless and dis-believed
Could never make it.

2010
Confused, uncertain at the end
of time – still silent.

A thinker, a philosopher and a writer
could never make it to be continued…

Mon Avis

We Dont Speak

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We Dont Speak

In the Green Backdrop
Of an Urban Park.
In the History of a city
Take out some Sunlight and paint in the Clouds.

A noisy morning, unclean Roads
Rush, Hurry and Crowded Buildings.
A roof of the Yellow-painted House
I see Birds – Unknown or Un-caring.

Into the Sky, in the Trees, on an Electric Pole
Two Birds, now one and again two
Looking for a prey or the people on the Road.
We will never know their say, they don’t speak

Just like we don’t, yes, we don’t speak.

– Mon Avis