Poetry is loving… Silently

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Friendship or love involves opening up.

Baring the heart of one to let in the fire of the other.

It is self-obliteration in favour of the other.

Where there is a seed of suspicion there is distrust.

Where both are rock-bottom weak and harmless,

There will grow a joint strength to protect the duo.

Since even I distrust myself at times, most times

A friendship that gives one some other soul

Who is as foolish as one is just too good to miss.

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Dedicated to those whose love crosses the boundaries of “time and space”…

Taban Lo Liyong, untitled, in The Words that Melt a Mountain

In silence, poetry (re)unites…

2.

the truth – don’t they say? – is painful


and needs, you know, your blood


needs your wounds


only through these will the life you sought in vain

pass – if it ever does pass through –


together with the wind’s whistling and ghosts

 

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To the one stranded on an island, sharing a similar predicament…