Thursday, August 28, 2014

|| rain drops ||

you live in me
as rain drops in the cloud
as colors
in the rainbow

the fish sing
the song of
welcome for the sun
as i sing
your love

the winds
looking for you
in search of
the scent of love.

(Painting : Aditya Basak)

Sunday, August 24, 2014

|| you ||

are lonelier
than i
though i
wait for you
more than
you wait
for yourself

we seek our time
in the chronometer of
each others' pulsations
i want to see
my time
as a squealing, happy infant
in your lap

there is nothing
as delicate
as love
left to live on earth

in the absence of your palm
the earth has shrunk

my palms
that contained
wholesome days
intimate nights
now hold
tender restlessness
trembling of dreams
the noise of
the heart
beating against
a deserted beach

sleeping in your eyes
my eyes dreamed
intoxicating dreams

living in
your love
i feel
the beat of time
the death of dreams.

(Painting : Ganesh Pyne)

Sunday, August 17, 2014

|| as i need you ||

before they speak
lips want
the meaning of the word

before they touch
fingers want
the movement of passion

before it beats
the heart
wants the body

before they walk
want the path

a kindred destination
the destination
needs life

life needs
the faith of love

before becoming a tree
the seed needs
the earth, the sun, water

as i need
before i need

(Sculptor : Philip Wakeham) 

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

|| synonym of love ||

the river
the comfort of the moon
through the night
the moon explores her
from bosom to womb
turning the fish silver

archives of the rendezvous
of the river and the moon
the silver fish
search for the moonlight
dissolved in the river
becoming a synonym of love
as you
are dissolved in

in the flow of the river
the tune of the river's love
turns sounds into words

the moon learns
from the river
the language of love
dissolving in the river
it sings
in the waves
the song of rapture
and writes
a new language of love

as i
suck from your breath
the life force of love
for the vitality of my words
so they may
unveil their silence
to create
the everlasting
pure language of love.

(Painting : Hesham taha)

Sunday, August 3, 2014

|| the muddy lettering on the river ||

even after the sun has set
its heart is being retained

even after the tears have dried up
its salty taste lingers on

when the river has gone through its abb
and flow
it is blotched with muddy letter-like

even though you have gone far away
your perfume has remained in my

even in my private golden dream
in the dead of night after the sun has set
your eloquent words of faithfulness loses
in my heart of heart

when the good old days are changing
overtaken by the
river of time
some drops are able to become part of
the river
despite the boiling tide
like some barren comer of the world
has been able to heed the delight of the
efflorescence of the
geminating seed
just like some potters are able to take
of the wheel
despite the heavy rain
some drops are still managing to reach
the earth

likewise the lips are longing for more
after having been kissed
and we yearn to be separated
after having been intimate
just like one's heart-desire
leaves furrows behind in the brow
a lonely heart will hide its eyes between
the knees
like a wilting trunk
is seen doing - even if only seen
for can even the legs
of a stone image get up
and get anywhere ?

to play it safe
some words come fluttering down
to me river so often
like the fluff of the silk cotton tree
and instantly
are converted into a silky thread
that writes some of the saved
words into sparkling words
to address in a powerful way.

(Painting : Mara Light)