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.

Morning buds nodding from smiling soul trees.
while this Ocean calls.

Love's own Ocean calling

unconditionally perputating

from within , from beyond

In you and me it leaps in celebrations.

WISH YOU ALL A MERRY CHRISTMAS !
AND A NEW YEAR 2009 ABUNDANT WITH LOVE PEACE AND HAPPINESS§

LOVE TO YOU ALL§§
J

Sweet solitude, your devasting silence
more stronger than words
leaves me here
in the garden of sorrow.
So what if sadness
valses alone on a dancefloor.
On these pathways
whom else can i follow.
Sweet Solitude but your shadow.

Can i a few things from you borrow
a dazzling sun
or a chime from a sparrow
a spadeful of silence
a fatale strike from Love's own arrow
and
While you slumber in my bone marrow
Sweet solitude
on your eyelids sleeps
these wisdom of tommorow.

Thoughts

knots free

flowering from the well being of a silent mind

walking without any direction not wanting to know where i m going

life and love beheld in the same face

opens the gateway to poetry

everything is perfect

to celebrate

to day.

everything is sitting beneath the peaceful shadows of my soul tree

White lotus morning

i greet your lake of silence
and sit beside you to inhale the perfume of your stillness

Where your fingertips touch
the air hangs perfumed by red roses.
The vast heaven is a crumpled sheet of paper
that i pick up from your basket.
On a piece of blue sky you lift your half finished sentence alive in its silence.
But, you begin again in soft sunbeams to inscribe Love's feverish murmurs
while spellbound dawns eagerly leave their homes to become syllables of your soul.
Astounded, i watch how easy it is for you to pluck stars from the sky like fruits from night's orchards.
You don't have to tell me
i know how you feel about love.

Infinite is motionless as you step into my heart

You,the bride of my soul

amidst the noise of silence a cool morning opens the sky

Your parted lips in curtains of smiles

while in golden light dwells your presence.

Infinity stands motionless to watch you become my poem

Poppies in red silences

Lover,sweet Lover, why do you wear these garments of anguish ?

What torments shatters the pupils of your eyes

Whose battles rages mercilessly in your silences

while this lotus peacefully dances in perfect stillness

a sacred shadow envelops you so lovingly

and from your storms a million suns rise.

Here,
far away from you, my Beloved,
i walk
through the folliages of autumn
watching
indigo storms pacing with thunderbolts in their hands
and as i bend to pick up a leaf
a colourful feather of an angel
falls on my shoulder.
The same as the one that sprouted out of your silence.
Ever since i know how sweetly you speak.

i see you in everything, my Beloved
in everything you are
how can anyone touch this stillness
when you and i
are kissed by each others intensities.

This evening
The ink in my pen is -- your presence
filled with moonlight

The night is a sheet of paper where words crawls like ants
from a pot of jam.

Beloved,
Between you and me
everything is an endless possibility.

Did'nt i say to you
i could stitch the sky to your soul
without disturbing who you are.

At 03h00 in the morning,i tear every corner of my heart

Awake.

breathing your presence
as i 'd breathe in the traces of scents
all the stars have left in me
last night.

The lights of my soul sails
in search of what the gods could'nt show me.

i have torn open
every corner of my heart
to find you.

Les coquelicots saignent dans le ciel de ton coeur

Watching you elevate from the aromas of the full moon,
You come next to me dressed in dusk.

While every look from your eyes knocks at my door.
i flap my wings in the air of your laughter.
while the voices i hear talks through the throat of love.

Yesterday i gathered you in my longings,
but today, i have sat next to the ocean where your heart mingled within its storms.

i have seen the beauty of your soul on a sky sacred to you alone
where your silence weeps in a language of inner memories and sanctified pain .

How lovely are these white flowers in the clouds upon the ocean that roars in your soul
while you let melancholy write upon your face a golden poem.

This early autumn
flammes slowly.

Swans
sliding on cold waters.

Waves of love rise on these shores of long awaiting.

Somewhere
your lips celebrates silence.
Somewhere
i write your name in the colourful ink of dying autumn leaves.
remembering the way we touched each other.

i sit by the river, while it talks to me
and i recalled the name you gave to the teardrop in my eyes

'Freedom!'.

Freedom from what, my beloved, i asked
you stood up and smiled
you never said a word
and i never said a word.
that evening the sun and the moon died.


Mute sparks leaps
to ignite the sombre visage of tonight's silence

every word
is a teardrop with feathered wings
transforming white doves into vultures
flocking around
a piece of meat named grief.

Is freedom today in your eyes .
No, i wont ask.


You don't have to tear my soul into pieces.
to bandage the scars of your soul.
just
put your head on my shoulders
to watch white doves hovering past the sky.