Friday, January 1, 2016

SUNIL SHARMA


Sunil Sharma

NEW YEAR RESOLUTION OF AN ODD MAN
Between the start and the end
Of a new year,
Lies a continent of
Hope and bleak struggle and grim despair,
A strange continent
That needs to be travelled,
By the tiny feet of the frail beings,
On a planet already going gray,
Visited by tsunamis and famines,
And terrorist violence and ethnic hatreds
To divide peoples,
A cursed lonely planet of rising temperatures,
And shrinking rain forests and bursting toxic mega cities,
With depleting water tables,
And ballooning prices and run-away recession.
Where Man is becoming
A used metro ticket---to be discarded after use and not to be retained,
Items becoming sexy
On the shelves of the
Gleaming plexes,
In the frozen tundra of spirit,
Let us celebrate and welcome then---
The eternal hope
For a new paradise on earth!
Our linked tiny hands can achieve
What the governments do not want to achieve!
Copenhagen or no Copenhagen,
We will work our patch of backyard green.
Amen!


HALL OF POLISHED MIRRORS
In a hall of polished mirrors,
There are many for only
One unitary self;
Multiple, identical copies,
staring from inside the gleaming mirrors---
At the original you.
The curious hand moves forward
to touch and feel the mirrored self,
The hand imprisoned in the glass
Moves, at the same instant, at you
And---
The reflected image and original you
Meet and lock
In that single but electrical moment,
And---
A  new lyric is
Born,
Out of the fused two.
You are the mirror
And the mirror is You!

CONVERSATIONS
Interesting long-distance conversations,
Mine: the longer ones,
Yours: short and precise,
Forming little Haikus of love,
Like broad lotus petals floating,
In the River of fast-flowing
Life.
Distances crumble,
Mindscapes get lit,
On dark stormy nights,
Dialogue is-------------
Like finding a bunch of fresh red roses,
In a deserted house,
Where Pablo Neruda
Lived once
And composed his immortal lines
That still haunt your aging mind.
Sunil Sharma

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