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Tulasi Diwasa
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PROCESSION OF COLOURED VOICES
Blue voices
jumping down the sky
float over the blue ocean
Red voices
emitted by the martyr's blood
drying steadily
spill over rhododendron petals
Yellow voices
descending from the evening horizons
are nestling
the ordered layers of marigold
White voices
melting out of the barricades of clouds
freeze over the solid
high rise bosoms of the Himalayas
Green voices
startled,
escape from the evergreen dense forest
passing the shaven mountain cliffs
and bare hills
get uprooted with the tearless banks
even from the agricultural land
migrating down in green fluidity
piling up green deposits
in the bottom of the sea
Black voices
blemished by the mental pestilence
Aridity of mind and fall of conscience
are surging up in the flood
off untameable darkness
through the black tunnel--
the overflowing river of the seething time.
I
who carne out in search of a voice
lost my own voice itself
in the melee of voices
and returned home
utterly voiceless, quiet and lonely
after joining with respect
this procession of coloured voices
a colour game of holi played by time.
is this silent homecoming of mine
my attainment of the Buddhahood
or a preparation
for another grand renunciation!
Like colourless indecision
I'm voicing a continuous voiceless decision,
Tulasi Diwasa
(c) Tulasi Diwasa. Published in Collected Poems
of Tusasi Diwasa. Poem supplied by the author.
