Durlabh Singh

7:00 pm
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HAVING BEEN HAPPY
Having been happy in touching metallic skies
Or fingering the moon for its dusty overlay
Having been happy in moving orbs and the shores
Or spreading the sunshine to the burrowed moles.
Watching a lonely planet amid reluctant universe
Communications with eyelids in retinues of mankind
Having been happy in sweeping the volcanic dust
From a cold planet cast under the Brahma's curse.
Having been happy in holding that repose
Which contained hidden geometry of the universe
Having been happy in consoling the suppressed cries
Of the shoring waves under the moonlit skies.

The Spring
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LA MANCHA.
Bereft of the poetry of his soul
The knight took refuge in the house of death
Into darkness he went with his mind crushed
Wandering lust gone and with his own trust.
The enchanter gone
And disenchantment entered
And the land of La Mancha
Slowly turned to dust & cinders.
Talisman of allurements or of feasts
Chimeras of windmills or of fabulous beasts
Golden liquors and the shining decanters
Tales of poets sorcerers and of wizards
Adieu to stillness and the romance
Tryst and other typographical stance.
His merry madness had to go
And sanguine sanity had to be constructed
Don Quixote had to be demolished
And Alfonso had to be resurrected.
Alas! there is no poetry left now
In the lands of the Al Toboso
And no veils of Dulcinea now accrues
Across the knight of the mournful rue.

Claws of Moon
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SPACES OF HEART
Neither wreck of hope nor promises fulfilled
Neither love nor torture nor mutability
Nor hooking of oneself ego'd to oneself
Or to the world for its swaggering applause.
Spaces of heart
Abundance of access
Numbers & squares
Inscrutability & recess
Receiving & receding
Angels of high repute
All rallying around
To accommodate in art
The spaces of heart
An abundance of access
Numbers & squares
Inscrutability & recess.

Reverie
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©2002 Durlabh Singh
email: durlabh@durlabh441.freeserve.co.uk