** Kiss **
How many knife stabs
my chest need to let pierce
and how much of my red blood
directly from my heart
I need to drain
in the dust of your feet
before my droughty, barren lips
dry like fallen autumn leaves
can be privileged with a radiant ruby kiss
darting from your flaming rosy lips
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** Thread of your memory **
Putting the thread of your memory
in the needle of my thoughts
i try to sew
the torn union ......
Thread ends, but sewing not---
Needle penetrates my finger
and i reveal
that the boundaries of my body
can be crossed
even by a mere needle.......
The boundaries of my body end, but needle not---
Even seeing this
that the color of my blood
has become like sorrows
i could not become happy.......
Stealing you
from an amazing scene
of last night's dream
i place on your smiling forehead
a Bindi
with a shy drop
of my sorrow colored blood
and myself
embark upon a very long journey
of a lonely season
because except this
there is no other option
for the safety of your smile..........
The season ends, but loneliness not---
Though i meet
many such stories
which are not for reading and writing
but only for telling and listening
even then
i so condition my intention of return
that on the last page of my return
there would not be any song of greeting.......
The return ends, but pages not---
Then i decide
that on the remaining pages
along with a poem, written in your memory
such a journey i shall do
that even the journey might end
but your memory not---
and also, the poem not ###
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** My feelings **
My feelings
have made
a hole
in the plate
of my being
through which
is dripping " I "
drop by drop
drop by drop......
and underneath it
is flowing
an endless ocean
of you.
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