A Reflection

With these words the saint gifted me
came also the realization
that everything and nothing
has changed.

When I look at you,
reflected is all the faith
that I lack.
All your actions
reflect my inaction;
your patience
mirrors my angst.

With these words the saint gifted me
came also the realization
that all words are the same
in love.

When I speak unfaithfully,
reflected is your love.
When I speak apathetically,
reflected is your love.
When I speak impatiently,
reflected is your love.

So, as I thank the saint for her words and for her love,
I am also thanking you for reflecting my true nature.

Poems from Summer 2008

(July 2008)

untitled

I played your songs this morning,
And the neighbors started fighting.
I think I am addicted to listening,
Or perhaps it's just a side effect of being lonely.

In that case, maybe I should not
listen to you.

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With Camera

There is a fog
   that I hope to see
      someday
         In the woods
            with my camera.

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(August 13th)

तुम्हारे बात

तुम्हारे गाने आज सुबह
मैं ने सुना और
मेरे पड़ोसी बहस करने लगे
सुनने की आदत हो गई
या शायद यह
अकेलापन का असर है
तो शायद सुझे
तुम्हारी नही सुननी चाहिये

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कैमरा के साथ

कहाँ वह कुहरा है
कि सुझे दूँदना चाहता हूँ
जंगल में और
कैमरा के साथ

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imagine a stain

this stain is all that
    is left
of a mosquito
that tried to attack
    me on
the Metra train

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तुम्हारी अलमारी

क्या तुम्हारी अलमारी ख़ाली है?
मैं उस को भरना चाहती हूँ ।
क्या तम्हारा कमरा काफ़ी साफ़ है?
मैं उस में रहना चाहता हूँ
और मैं उस को गंदा बनाना चाहता हूँ ।
क्या तुम्हारा बग़ीचा नंगा है?
मैं उस को फूलो से भरना चाहता हूँ ।