Love Poem: Pouch Poetry 5 - 9
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Written by: Murari Sinha

Pouch Poetry 5 - 9

5.
is it true love 
or i do take it granted 
that i’m in love 

or i do love to think 
that i’m loving 

and there is 
neither any welcome address 
nor any opening song 
in my love 

my experience with heat of fire
and with burning pain
in the flames of water 
is nothing less

6. 
in course of burning 
i look around 

the chilly-plant  in the tob 
planted in my won-hand 
producing green-chillies

oh-ho how sweet they are

it is no chilled-body 
that has earned 
my life or death 

no remarkable mark 
is endorsed 
on the lotus-leaf 

now easily some words 
can be written 
on you 

i don’t know whether 
those would be at all 
some lines of a poem 
 

7
someone falls in loves 
someone makes love 
love comes to some another 

there is the far-off 
whispering 

at first she constructs me 
then destroys rightly 

i notice her 
for the first time in six weeks  

the love 
that writes 
in the footnote of the tennis-ball 
a desperate struggle for existence 

within our skull 
there is the love 

or the midnight of the orion 

the little squirrel asked now
are you in your seventies 
or eighties 

those houses with the coating of 
the sky the air the light-and-shade 
provide me with the presentation of 
a wig and 
a set of artificial teeth 
8.
the love 
that touches the hand 
in drizzling 

the love 
that gets lost in the brandishing 
grasses 

would they want to inform 
that the flowers don’t have any skyscraper

in the layers of the flesh and blood
of the detergents 
as if  a whole human civilisation has been suffering 
from suppressed pain 

within it with the dry spell of 
anger and cough 
the time 

had there been no feeding from the love 
does the human civilisation stagger

9.
do you think those words 
or it’s myself 

whatever may you say now 
i’ll travel within a great death 
to die 

rather after my demise i may tell 
i’ve informed everyone …look 

beneath the large evergreen flower tree 
the game of light and shadow continues

beside those simple households 
besides a high-head mobile-tower 
what else would you like to be 

is it a bath in the ganga-river is it a leaf 
of the water-lily or it’s a king-cobra  
tell me

i would now make love
with that idea from you