Black & White

If gold coins are anathema for an ascetic, what about words
that like lust tangle thoughts? Images strewn across

the noisy bazaar are the temptations I keep away.
Instead I gather stones unpolished by the senses,

monotones of experience drained of colours: these
I secret in my collection box made of Burma teak,

while the clock ticks time through the monochrome day,
and minutes crawl like ants burdened by crystals of sugar.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Photo courtesy: Tim Dobbs

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