The High Note

anger brings in a stop
a stop that is the high note
of consciousness

movements are on automatic
choices in this automation
happen only when I
burn my rice

like a corridor that never
stops climbing
I spread my life where ever I stop
to mend my staircase in that
twisted corridor

a want, a desire brings in a stop
a stop that is the high note
of consciousness

active is thinking
that promises recognition
and imparts itself in flesh
to help us survive in this twilight
of sad voices

a street light here
a broken glass there
that is why I stop
to unify that lamp for me to walk
further
for you to walk so that you can see
the texture of your existence

a canvass in my mind
brings in a stop
a stop that is the high note
of consciousness

How I refused to move till
I could move where I could
move clean

I closed this end
I opened some other eyes
I made myself some coffee
That was more truth to me
than the promise of the pill
of my ancients

a sorrow that lifts brings in a stop
a stop that is the high note
of consciousness