For a long while i've walked through places unexplored
and i have stopped here
in the middle of nowhere.
where
Thoughts incinerates in the forest of silences.
discreetly, i translate the ashes.

one tree survived
the light spills through the leaves .

The quietness, renders visible these writings
My pen, cannot transfer into them- the splendour of silence

My lips tremble to murmur these words,
these words, that could mean something to you

You can see that i have already spilt a little of it while writing
so you could guess its contents

for each word is filled with light.


i shall tell you how i find them

i find them
as i deal with my inner solitude when i miss you,
and
i sculpt them with these tools of silence.

These words are invisible temples
standing in the perfume of love
like
palm trees swaying gently in your moonlight.

i write them in ink, blood, cries, desires and laughter
revealing the dawn and the dusk upon a sky the eyes cannot see.

Look, how they stroll out of silence
a silence -- the same as the one
which comes with the cry of the new born.

but,
if i could tell you all this in a sentence, just one

the only one i'd watch carefully,

accompanying it
all the way to you.
and,
while it moves
in an unbroken procession of sweetness
i will smile
as it
in showering whispers
fall like flowers
deep
into the vallies of your soul.

Don't know into whose doors i shall vagabond into tommorow.