Eyehole

i
water smoothli calm.
a woodpecker, its long beak.
a greenroom’s opening.

ii
a swell of yellow leaves.
the fool looks at it smilingly.
a blue sea, rolling.

iii
two hands on a book.
the wind caresses its yellow pages.
silence blooms …

iv
ripe mangoes fall
on the ground.
a storm in me
makes my water
flicker like fire.

v
horses look terrified
when they stand before mirror.
a different race course there.

vi
the tall tree feels lonely
in the open sky.
the ants on it don’t know.


vii
birds look like new mirrors
rocks get drenched excellently.
scarecrows weep for seeds.

viii
snakes burn like flames.
the tube, a smooth passage upward.
a lotus blooms, its fragrance.

ix
a bird on an oar.
churned water, broken mirrors.
reflections of the bird
are numerous.

x
a man’s voyage to some estuary.
yielding water churned.
two men returned home.

by RUDRA KINSHUK

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Sweet secrets, or beside its breathless sleep That loveliest dreams perpetual watch did keep.