How different
are the words in this sentence
than
the silence sliding in the wild grass.

Can you behold it
as a dewdrop beholds the precious hours of the dawn.

Can you hear it rip
like a cascade ripping the rocks
or
like my desires ripping the hems of your skirt.

Can you feel it like a bee stinging
because
you know not how to be the silent yeilding of its flower.

i have come here in the name of its words, gaps, and silences
wondering what you could make of it.

Humbly i'll take whatever you'll give.
And
Whatever has become of our sentences
i can wait to watch them
precipitate from your eyes.





Nb : could'nt do any posting the last 10 days, had troubleshooting with the computer. Missed writing.

This heart
listens to the moon sing,
These ears
listens to the stars play the Cello between their knees
and
the murmur is a poem

I pull the carpet of words under your feet

so that you my fall into its silence.

Incessantly flows my love to you

How helplessly i heard her sob

her tears fell upon my ears for the first time

as the most painful sound i ever heard.



So many miles away she was

for me to gather her in my arms,

so i heard her cry sofly

and i wondered from how far came those tears

their falling now in my soul like deep bleeding wounds

nailing me to silence.

i sit in this room
reciting
poems in silence.
hoping
you'll hear them.

i draw my words from the pain in my body
of missing you.

i watch the scalpel of silence
incising deep
slicing layers of skin
of my soul
to stretch
on the drums of the skies
tapping
to secret rhythms
known to your hands alone.

one whisper says to the other
i'm starving
just to touch you
as though the moon would kiss your beaming face.
But how could you really know how i feel
when this night tries to murders me.

One whisper says to the other
this pain is'nt beautiful
there have been times when darkness has moaned
through you
but this pain is'nt beautiful.
then i turned and took this flower
on which it rained
the silence and the moon.

One whisper said to the other
how can this night kill you
with such a flower
born from the poetry in you.

The whispers faded
and the poetry stayed
touching your face
with the moon and silence for fingers.

My world revolves around you

Across the skies i've walked.
Upon miles and miles of clouds.
i hitch hiked so many storms
and winds.

Journeying on
here i arrive again
where
i have been knocking at your door since ages.
just as i'm doing now.

You come and open
to see where this knocking comes from.

And
Seeing you,
how beautiful you are,
fills my eyes
with tears.