Why I love a White Noise!

A crowd so white
I searched everywhere
Found none but noises white and grey


Why I wish for a crowd
to stamp my head to ground?
And make me realize the taste of soil
Its soild pills, stale heat, and still roots
Once again for ever

I know once I held my head
high as a flag
in whitewashed castles
floating as a kite

Now I need to kneel
Down under my feet
I love to crawl once again
At least once like a snake
If not a gentle silver lizard
And to predict the lies
And to erase the truths

I preyed in my own darkness
It is all white now
White as in white noise
Grey as in grey cells
Black as in black boxes
Green as in green games
Yellow as in pale yellows
But ends meet on a white noise

#Gokul

Wonder that is a Woman

Wonders of her mind :
She unfolded like a little rain
That was waiting for my weathers
She entangled my eyes with silky words
May be I was a rain-forest before

Only to wish a better morning
I wished her sweet dreams
Not knowing the cast of plays
that web her dreams and nights
that cast a shadow on her eyes
that craves for humble waters
that coils round the hands of a little child

Behind the whys and ifs of her
I found a little child
woke up so early in her nights
silent so late in her songs
half said, half being unwritten

Wonders in her little breath
That Only she knows
Wonders in her special smiles
Wonders in her web of questions
It is a journey called woman
That I venture now and ever
From the origin of silence
Through the mist and oak woods
Through the valleys of wishes
Through the silky words and snakes of charm

She herself was a wonder to her
In her web of questions
In her closed ends of skies
In her unknown knots
In her spellbound dreams
I am just a traveler

For her, her childhood and her future
Wonder that is a woman
No wonder why I still wander in her silence

Wonders of her words:
A woman is a woman
Godard* said
Wonder that is woman
No body said, as far as I know

We make stories on her
As if she is a headless coin
That we can toss forever

We believe she is shallow like a song
We believe in her imminent depths
So as to cross her forever

Wonder that is woman
Why do you need her mysteries
When she herself has no stories of her own
All she needs is a mist in your days
All she love is a song in her little roads 

#Gokul Alex

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* Jean Luc Godard - A French Film Maker