About Universe

The Inner World

I like to decorate my life
With all the tenderness of the world
To look at every thing
With love in my eyes
As if every thing is you.
As if
It is all your pain
It is all your longings
That crept into the crevices of
Every thing
Every one
Everywhere.
In this world
I look for
Perfection
In the sandstorm of chaos
Beauty
Inside the forest of ugliness
Pleasure
Inside the millipede of sufferings
Divinity
Inside the cruelty of man to his own kind
Malaria and sleeping sickness
Inside the cozy chambers of space stations
Cluster bombs and landmines
And maimed children
In green lawns of country clubs
In all of these
I see you
Decorating your face with tear drops
Toiling every day
In factories, in streets
To linger for one more day
In this hazy morning of our lives
I run to you
Embrace you softly
Tenderly, and then tightly
To make the load of living
Little lighter.
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December 09, 1996