REMEMBER.

Remember
Poetry is the blood of your visions
It rips you apart against
The torrid consolidations of mundane
Strengths elongated in the retinues
Sparked for uncertain verses in trials.

It wants huge skies to fly

It wants ruined castles for your dreams

Vast open spaces for its habitations

Wilder faces and unknown stipends

And the spirit of beauty for

Its hearty congealments.

Open up the worlds for incantations

The barbarous that do not hold

Shipwrecks of your flesh

Sinking downwards

Pleads of the familiar

In an unfamiliar word

Silenced petals and anguished flowers.

It flies to faraway lands

It reaches molten cores of earth

It dances on raindrops of hope

It talks with dry ghosts

In the scorched summers

It accepts the cindered fragments

Forms frolicking in the liquid sea

Or shadows dipped in nothingness.

Durlabh Singh

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