Shiraz

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people, I mean men, used to come into my life and to tell me

they liked certain classical books or they did not remember titles or

instead of books they used to tell me they liked movies such as

stars wars or godfather or other boring classicals

maybe that is why all those people are stuck in a forever past

maybe that is why all their outlines blurred over the years

then you came and told me about your all time book, then

I went on streets walking on streets thinking in what way

your outline is filled with words, thinking how a man could be, a man

who loves a book telling that mirrors are filled with people

then I told you, imagine all those images of all those people looking at you

and you looking at strangers

inside so many mirrors from forgotten places

imagine a book about all those people

a book about us

I used to love the Urdu word muntazir

muntazir that means someone who is waiting for

then you came and I started to love your name, then I found out that means

the bringer of light

and this is the first poetry for you

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hey

people inside mirrors

can you hear me?

hi there how's your day

there

all day long

looking for original roots

searching for the ultimate

primers

hey

people from mirrors

you grow inside

like seeds of light

in the land of kerala

I'm here

wearing your name

a light coat

from the time we were somehow

alike

but then

I learned from you

that people in the mirrors

could be different

hey people inside mirrors

please take a step behind

make some place

I'm about to enter

and this is the second poem for you

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your eyes

your sundar eyes

express so much sadness

your eyes

they seem to look somewhere searching

for an undefined place

searching for a lost beauty or a lost world

or a world they had never seen for real

or maybe thinking of someone

that undefined being

whom we would want to love for all our possible lives

and this is the third poem for you

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Some mysterious examples of love from the ancient world to nowadays

and we were there, leaving an arch on a wall, switching a channel -

blue red or green or

converting our love to grayscale

we were vegans. we were vegans and this fact was not just for some time,

the others used to laugh, you, who did not even hunt the moon

or a total eclipse

you who painted the deer with velvet horns

you who drew the walls with hearts,

you / what are you going to kill

now

then a guy came to us and said, let

the little kids come to me and we have drawn a circle, then a heart

- the same heart drawn above and before the last glacial maximum -

they belong to the kingdom of heaven, the man said,

then he was gone or killed by others, one by one,

for the rest of the time, all our love words were threaded, like endless games of glass beads, then of children, then of fairies, fates, then of dogs and cats,

- from that time, the cats got in their genetics

specific faces of deities-with-crystal-ears

and there were days, and there were nights. there were identical, closed, boundless spaces.

there were our loves, on earth as it is in heaven.

there were our hands

and this is the fourth poem for you

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there was a photo of you from the times your smile used to save

worlds dwelled inside people and passersby

that photo of you found while you were leaving somewhere in your world

your world with streets full of strangers, full of

unknown users of others' hearts

others' love

do you know that love is found ninety times in your book

do you know that I use to harm my skin when I can't write the verse I'd want to

the words have no tongue no hands no heart only feet to walk

to walk somewhere in your world

with your life there with your paths, your mirrors and their lives inside

there was a photo of you with the most wonderful smile

in this universe where we are trapped

without any chance of pushing the l i m i t s beyond

or changing the small gravities of our own edens

do you know the poem "What I tell you / Let the weaver weave into song" exists just because

of your book, we could have our own poem, two verses about how different we are

and we'll stay here forever

today my colour was teal and I've never had any delusion

excepting all these poems

and this is the fifth poem for you

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I wrote three great poems in my life

one about my parents and grandparents, not because

I used to love them so much but because of their harms

I was able to write all these to text all these words to you

love all these words of you

the other poem about a poor girl a social case

about God and the humankind genes of unrequited love

about God time space and unconditional love

the world has been spinning for more than ten years

the God was reinvented and blamed again without her cats

without her children without her womb

and the other one about you and your name

you who came with your one-sided inspiration

your eyes your few words your deep meanings

I did not want to publish my books

I lived a life inside them and I was happy enough

and this is the sixth poem for you

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