The whirlpool

The fragrance of lavenders

The taste of a decade old wine

The magnetic green marbles

Now you tell me, how do I escape from you??

You

You were a sharp shearing knife

That sheared me helpless

In that fricking snowy winter...!

My love

Profound or shallow

Earnest or cold

Tender or hunger

I know nothing my greatest unknown

But sinking in you, like a

lively breathless pupa

For you
Stepped into a wild darkness
and called upon my name.

The language

  

I wonder how the leaves learned the language of the wind,

the language that even trees can't understand..!

Must be the same way;

That a cuckoo sings,

The spring blossoms,

The dawn kisses a dew drop,

When your sublime language of silence speaks to me

the language which tied me to you naked, yet unknown to me… just to me!

Now the twilight has arrived,

No more... no more, we gonna share

A word, a glance, not even a droplet of pain.

Even then, why don’t you entrust me a dictionary of your language?

the language of silence that you communicate, just not to me...!

No…not for me to learn in this moment of sunset,

But just to frame it, and hang it in my living room;

the language that the wind speaks, you speak

the language that the entire universe understands, except me..

just me....!!!

  

Just for you

Yes ... I painted,
I painted my eyes with sky blue,
lips with wine red,
and I painted my body with
breeze green; and buried, so deep in the riverbed.

and so,
my eyes won't reflect your sky,
my lips won’t portray your kisses,
and my body won’t host you anymore;

but
when the river dries up just like you,
each wound you engraved, shall start to bleed,
yes…I shall bleed
and each drop will 

sprout into a plum tree,

to blossom in white for the wind
to fruit in red for the birds
and to camouflage thorns around,
all around me... just for you..!