How do the missing people look like?
They are like a coin someone has missed in sand.
How do the missing people sleep?
They sleep like a stone submerged in water.
How do the missing people eat?
They eat like birds wandering in abandoned grain fields.
How do the missing persons speak?
They talk like a child who forget the next word.
Missing people, how do they disappear?
As if they were going to look for themselves.
she:
cleaning up sunlight is not hard work
just move the clouds a little,
the plants
they constantly wiping the air
for them
how can i say only half of my gratitude ?
he:
half thanksgiving is like a technique
of lifting without shaking
a box made of smoke
well …. what will you do with the rest of your gratitude
she:
when the cattle return to shed
the meadow behind the mountain is follow them
in that mountain
most of the people who mute themselves
i will express rest of my gratitude
for the lips that pronounce for them,
and
why are you walking in the opposite direction
to your hometown?
i had a dog with two toes on one leg
and named her ‘broken ice’
she swallowed her tongue
i don’t know where she went without knowing to bark,
pain of love is a kind of self-awareness,
to avoid
not to be frozen by the cold light of understanding
i walk in the opposite direction
did you see my dog?
she:
I don’t know, is love heavy or not ?
but
i hand over my forearm to you instead of a piece of bone
because your love is a small puppy
she never used her mouth to chat
on that day was
as quiet as the land
where only
one person had settled,
i gave her a strange bracelet to
wear only in memory
she smiled.
i knew someone who had walked a few steps
even after death
i went to his grave and brought the hearthstone
we cooked some wild tubers
after a wild feast, she smiled.
in that winter
i preferred some warm-hot water to set up spring
she played and smiled.
we sat under a tree that had heart-shaped leaves
she drew a girl and placed a leaf in the place of the heart
i also pierced eight or nine leaves layers on my shirt
later i knelt down
and gave the green hearts one by one
her face glowed like seeing the sun even after it had set
i said
no matter how many hearts
will give it all to you
i had more to say might not verbalize it all
the only use of our body is to be in the word
every star in the sky will call us tonight
she smiled, at first,
the venus blinked with the color of love
i put my ears near her eyes and felt the sound of love.
Poovithal poetry 