Beyond my imagination,
A thin silver line agony
Shines
With
Crispy bitterness.
heavy movement
Seeps in
harsh stillness.
unbearable beauty
murmurs
into reflection.
Unmixing agonies
Draws water color
With oil mixtures-
Dip your body
&rinse it with rich gray sorrow
Beyond the imagination-
Nothing touches you,
As if you are not a living being
Like a being in dead sea.
Dead waters speak to you
‘I reflect you oh golden mountain
But don’t mistake me as your other,
I am the dead self, am here just to remind you
Life is eternal’
One has to cross the vaitarini
That’s all.
death is eternal
In dead waters.
[visiting the dead sea in 2009;Palastine]
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