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Click hereGnarled thoughts , furrowed feelings,
Take the hearth and sprinkle cold water
cool the room, else tempers fray
soup for the soul
warmth in the bones
I chew and gnaw,
snarl and eat
who shall the mind-eater be?
None dare approach, save the fool-hardy
those are the indomitable, the cherished ones
Ones who lie by the side of the ghats,
burning flesh risen in the air,
Some speak of brandings
Nay chides them as
how many can bear the smell of loved ones cooking limbs and parts
Why do I take pleasure
in the room at the end
of the hallway,
still and silent,
when I approach,
the sound of footfalls ,
those scurrying scrapes ,
The open door beckons
the curtains flying
and she awaits
why do I like that, when did My heart sing
and the rising flush in My cheeks
as she rises to welcome
Who is the one and who is the One?
Can we ever know