Tuesday, July 26, 2016

|| three poems ||


      his mind springs
      to read poems
      it moves towards
      the sandy banks
      on the paths
      made with palms of waves
He feels
      as if he is keeping
the soles of sense
      on the surface of verse
      as if he is experiencing
      the softness of poetry
      on the pages of earth
      his mind springs
      to live the poem
      it moves out
      towards the green paths
      the winds titillate his hair
      the winds touch his forehead

His mind
      is irrigated with
      the touch of love


At the sea shore,
      his eyes
turn into a boat shape
that resembles
the offering given with both hands
      he drinks
      the warmth of love
      through the waves of the sea
      the palms of the winds
      immerse into his palms
      and sometimes
he feels the love of nature
      and sometimes
he feels the love of palms of beloved

he wraps the winds
their moistness
even when he is alone
and thus
doesn’t remain alone

and within himself
he wraps – nature
      Sun’s heat
his soul is satisfied
as if he has assimilated
all the five elements
inside his body
to create
the body of love
that will remain with him
like his breath

that he can feel
like his heartbeats
that he can listen
like the music of his soul
to change the life into tunes


is his first love
has given birth to him
in which he stands
like an evidence
to make his time, a history

is his devout companion
it takes him away from sadness
it clears his doubts
and whenever he needs it
he always finds it on his side

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