You break me like a twig.

You leave me without a word, without considering how i feel

but

i still have my cloak to hug me.

Here, the snow never melts, the gardens never blooms

except once

when i glimpsed your face in the early morning hours.

Just once, when your fingertips played

on my skin,

Every word that smiled

mysteriously on your lips

of promises i'd never know.

i have made them into a fireplace,

my sanctuary,

my little tree house in the woods

from where i shall not flinch to go and walk with my solitude.

Grieving is not new to me,

i've learnt to grieve even before i learnt to say my first word.

No matter what i touch or whom i cling to, there was always the shadows of melancholy next to it.

If you dare kiss me, i warn you,

my kisses are bitter sweet.

sweet, like poems,

bitter like pain.

they are the pain poems i could print on your lips.

Their sweetness

will etch upon your soul

with all their yearnings.

If you kiss me,

i warn you, you 'll never be able to leave me

you will have to come again

for the cinamon

for the cloves,

and for the strawberries

grown carefully
 in my soul.

As for the

the pain in the ink,

it spreads
like the misfortuned branches of the willow that weeps in spring.

Here, where the snow never melts,
the gardens never blooms,

except,

when the moon comes to talk to it, but it still weeps.

i write

as if nothing hurts me

that's the easiest part!

but, the truth is -- your silence murders me.

Pranasaki,

These ceaseless tides crashing from the mornings and nights

erodes the rocks of our egos.

The strolling torments

stalls into a garden of quietness

sitting at the very source

from where all things awaken.

Humming words

approved by luminous silences

speaks fragrantly to the noses of our thoughts.

What the carressing breeze writes voluptously in our souls

are only  these roses murmuring,

These roses

 growing  from the lamps of our meditations.

My pen revisits

the obscure swamps, the precipices

where the craftsmen of light

pound within the furnaces of our souls

throwing sparks

to forge

an universe for our being.

And

all that i write is already written

by the goldeness of fleeting stars.

i translate
these elevations

held in glorious ephemeral instances.

The self kneels on a carpet of light
to kiss the face of love.

Know this then,
Your entire self

is an unfolding poem

raining

against a quiet heaven of light.

Like sheaves of wheat they sway

gracefully in gratitude

to the songs of their own beings.

A dazzling light comes to me
like a breeze between rustling leaves.
My heart trembles
and aches as i watch you
The sweetness curved on your lips
through my pen murmuring
becomes a poem,
a cloud,
a pond in silence
besides which i sit
dreaming of you.

Discreetly i tell you
You are what is happening inside me.
Through my flesh
a lightning born
strikes me down mercilessly....
While the daisies between your lips begins to smile.
The glow on your face makes me forget who i am
i drown like the sun in the ocean of your eyes
drinking the moons
poured out from the nights on your skin.

Everyday the great love

aches in whispers.

Deep within me

she sings in silence.

where silence

is'nt often stillness

but a war, a thousand battles all at the same time.

i experience you

in silent glances

watching the same play.

Stars crawl like spiders in the sky
Night hugs Madness like a sister to god 's brain
my soul funambulates on a silken thread
unperturbed, steady
saluting the world through unlooked windows.

To You - my poem tree

i stand besides a poem river

next to a poem tree,

a poem tree in blossom, on a cliff spread on a poem sky.

i walk from the poem's morning to evening

i step across the poem river to the pathways

leading me to the poem's valley.

And on a boulder poem i climb to listen to the poem's silence

A poem flower speaks to poem pebbles.

And on a poem wind floats a poem feather .

i go with these poems where they are going.

And at the end of today i rejoice

i weave from my night born longings

splenderous spectrums of love.

But my Love poem -- is You.