Ravindranath Kunnath.

Ravindranath Kunnath.

Musings

He stood still Near to none ,but before him. His eyes lively Long a quick round up. It touched ,objects shattered in the place But the stillness in all of them Evoke the memory of a long pendulam of a clock on top of an age old tower.

Like the ashtray filled with ashes And the cigarettes lay on floor With out dreams of any resurrection That time give him satisfaction.

He become more polite and humble Himself, He praisef the object himself for the fidility exposed by it.

Musings in thoughts In love In life And in all are true and natural.

The dying mystic inside him Arises But he rejected himself Its absurd.

But Now, stillness And in the next breath A renissance....

Street dogs barked And crows crowded around the decayed meat with their prophetic natured eye.

(C) Ravindranath Kunnath.