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Who am I?
But, a silent breath,
Set on a deceptive journey from
A Life to a Death-
Or, a forgetful child born of Death?
Walking in guise of an ignorant animal
Tied with adamantine chains
To return to a grave called
“a breathless Life”
Where all mortals – rejoice in silence…….
Without the cacophony of Protest,
Without violence.
As, they who have lost a breath in a struggle to ruin many
While in a battle to save One,
Realize the cost of a breath -
Breath,
Whom they failed to understand while fighting for
A year called life!
Life - a year which stole one Ear –
The Ear which hears the footsteps of only one Guest
Intruding the room of Life-
called
Breath…
breath….breath………….
Breath……………………………,
A Breath -
heard in the temple of Mankind,
Heard being played on the lyre of the Priest.
The only whisper ringing in our ears -
Against Mirrors called
Life
Love
Peace
War
And Death
A breath -
the string which binds a Universe, the Space!
O!
How you die my sweet loving Breath,
how I!
I – Man!
your unfaithful mother
Kill you!
Murder you!
in the turmoil between a life and a death!
a breath -
How dare I offer an evil breath,
To the
Fountain of Breaths
Running down the rocky craggy Mountains,
Giving birth to Touch -
The touch of dew, dawn, waves and dusk…..on its meandering course......
My nascent breath
my newborn child
my fleshless spacious second self -
my soul, my space, my soul's soul mate!
The gate to the castle of iron gates!
The treasurer of a chest called "self"
which is
the glass shelf -
the glass mirror shelf -
like Mirrors set thin Mirror shelves -
within which my body rests -
a long deep breath
Tormented by,
Tortured by
All unloyal,
Ungratefu!
Disrespectful snakes,
called ears -
Curly, wriggling, crawling snakes called Words!
“I”
“ego”
“Self”
All! Venomous, poisonous,
deadly Snakes!
As if,
A stealthy injection pushed to a Breath’s veins, arteries, blood and flesh!
All annihilating the Shelf in which it
Resides!
The shelf called one precious pause -
A human breath…….
Whom I worship as a Pause –
A silent long
pause between
Two Stations
Or,
A carriage sent from heaven,
to ride from Light to Dark?
A wave on a sea of humans whose shore is life and horizon is death.
So -
hold your breath,
before you breathe
and promise to the Giant, who is stealing breaths!
“if I am once again to breathe
I will breathe for all or else
never breathe."
Who am I?
but
a deep long breath pacing across a station called Space -
a stoppage between two lost moments!
or,
A link between two Drops of Ink -
One is black on a bulging White paper...
the other, white on a black Canvas.
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