To come out of a place
means to enter another.
To stop to speak to one
means to begin to speak with another.

You creep out of a thought
only to loop into the
curved shape of another.

Each day that comes to you
like each moment of time
is a crisscross run.

You speak a word
to hush another.
You utter a tune
to drown the other.

A day pushes forward
touching the fringe
of your being.

You're humming
a tune to etch
it into the vacuum
of sound.

You scream
to pluck the hair
of silence.
You clothe yourself
to unclothe again.

You twist and turn
and you stage a dance
and you push the air.

Your mind picks up an idea
to let it go.
It stages an enigma
on top of your head.
You dance to its tune.
You watch your own enigma.

copyright Mukul Dahal 2006

Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2006-11-23 at 12:19

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What a thought-provoking piece..the layout and thought behind this is excellent...brillant imagery.

From the first line to the last, this poem seems to be moving in spiralling progression. You express your reflexions about existence in a beautiful way!