Sirius

here the sky is fog
and the assorted smokes and fumes of everyday traffic
are a patchwork quilt hiding within its folds
stories whispered from mouths I know not
all the mouths of new delhi, all shapes and sizes
stories kissed by lips of all shades and hues
stories whispered from mouths I know not
into ears I have not

but even now you burn
the string from the sky I can just pull and pull
to unravel the sky and bathe in the flood of poems
under your ever-gaze
sink and swim a thousand cities
millenniums crumple into a flame
that is now licking at my eyes

for the eye of the hunter
for the brightest star in the sky
the smoke of a little world, a little people
and the young story of existence is a pittance
somewhere you burn as the jewel of all jewels
a splendour that burns blindness into eyes that
do not know they can see
but here you alone stand victorious over a song
that never did give thee voice

one night you saw four souls breathing life into your magnificent gaze

listen

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