Paper Boats

Parting is a gift.

If part You must 

Like ashes and dust

Then part unbroken.

It is an Art.

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Funerals are

Those long rituals

The needless drama

to drop a body to a pit's

hungry stones some bones

**

And let's now come to you and I. 

We drifted apart like paper boats

in puddles dried in sudden sun 

after a  very good monsoon

.

Quarter Town

This Quarter town

And half a village

Cannot be my own

 But its fusty

Insular air helps me

 Dream better. 

Pity and dignity

The twin crow

Mascots 

On every door

Hung below

A humdrum stretch

Of lackluster sky.

Only so 

this Quarter town

and half a village

Cannot be my own

The Pachyderm

A picture

Elephant

Even smaller

Than a hopper

Then was huge-

When I was

Small

And I saw

A real beast

In my youth

As it whipped

Dreamily-

Its eyes

Two pools

Of jungle-pain-

Its leafy food

Against

Its pillar-legs.

My thoughts

Were then

About the taming

Of big beasts.

I saw the other

Day

In mirror

My eyes

A forest anguish

Brimming

Just besides

The skin

Around'em

Sun cracked

With fifty years

Of wrestling

With life

And it

Resembled

The pachyderm.