Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Blackboard



(For Aziz Parihar)


Blackboard is a window.
So many windows are shut in it.
When I write with chalk
on the blackboard
windows open  up
one after the other.
In every window
stars twinkle.
Light begins to spread
within me,
I become
a collection of lights.

From ‘Antraal’
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