LETTER TO AN UNKNOWN FRIEND

I don’t know to whom I can write this letter

But I am still writing it

Because daytime has brought me a waft of smell

To which I return

Because a sleeve looked out at me

Through dark transparence

And mumbled an unknown tongue

And I drifted towards a lean smile

Which I couldn’t still name.

I could feel the heart throbbing within her

And knew it that it was mine and her’s and  every ones.

Every body with an extra heart

Beating against themselves

Everybody with a pounding lion gnashing against the cage

It was no more possible to keep out the wild

Because the animal in you would no more take it

This making of a robot out of living beings.

If it were a crime to love

I would still do it

Because it was all that made sense to me,

And I know that it is so to many others.

If a pang was not felt by you

What will come of it

And what would someone

Who had nowhere to rest but a heart’s cavities do?

There were dried and broken feet

A bit dirtied

That needed some rest

There were eyes that were falling shut

And dried lips that wore a bruise.

Who will put a balm on it

The near one or far one

Or the one who passes or the one who doesn’t.

The fat one or the lean one

The tall one or the short

Because love came in all sizes and shapes

Whatever one needed to say

And  had left unsaid was filled in by the silence

Or sometimes by a birdsong

Or from my  minds limitless wandering

That cannot but come to this

Because a closeness could never be stopped.

Every wall a- crumbles,

Around each closeted compound

Whether of kings, courts or houses

Because we need them no more

When the people

Are united in love

And nobody wants it to be curbed

But would like hatred to be

And the business of the high and low

(If you don’t shave your brows

There is every chance that you may become high-brow here!)

-But then you know that if you do that

Your identity is lost

And along with it a few threads.