Between Travelling

Hilarious to the virus that has spent
its infinite resources
concocting itself anew,

these healers, helicoptered into a war zone,
with helmets and a peace plan,
pound the maps in a shell of an HQ.
- The Altered Slightly, Glyn Maxwell

Ground Open

Bliss
cleared up
to fill my heart
and
heaven like a lotus
in all its gathered beauty
burst into flower.
-Bliss, Sumitranandan Pant

New Eyes of Hope

Like stems or feminine adorable things,
from the knees they rise, cylindrical and thick,
with a disturbed and compact material of existence:
-Ritual of My Legs, Pablo Neruda

Shortly Before

Though even here
something blooms: from the dumb precipice
an unkowing plant blooms singing into the air.
But what of the knower?
- Exposed to the Heart's Mountains, Rainer Maria Rilke

Ebb Away

We look for a excuse to weep and grieve.
Why do we always love to wet our sleeve?
-Javed Akhtar