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Envisage

the sky has eyes
grey undulating sea
when I rise
to the blink

sheaf of papers
make noise
I do not find words
between


since sky
in this moment
I have to be
vine on a tree


looking down
there is nothing
not even
shadow of stars


this perfume
I can only envisage
before the wind scatters
from where I stood

A Visit to Lake - (For Now)

Early last month, the sense was chaotic. On contrast watching people go to their businesses on a relatively cloudy day, a sudden thrush was beginning of climate change in this region, I was unsure of visiting lake (artificially developed) Sector 42, Chandigarh. 

The nature has serenity, there is little excuse for a poet. Few timid steps were to escape the formalities like greeting at entrance or stand before marvelous structures, nevertheless I am ardent devotee of Chandigarh architecture. Nothing further let me escape a heron's silent walk across grass, fresh cut grass, water seeping beneath a bridge and ignoring the oblivion an honest urge to reach the waters first.

The lake as it is stood beautiful without a reflection of clouds or sky, bounded by sitting platform which one reminds of comfort and invigorating view. Otherwise undulating with one so serene, from the uppermost platform the eye travels from this shore to last filled with hues. The poem has to be born and "For No…