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.

There is a breed of silence in which
i use the rainbow
to write ardent words.

In red, mauve fog of october let me adorn you.

You who set ablaze in me, endless celestial filaments, arched high,
eligible to luminous happiness.

Be my warmth maker, the tremor, its husky instrument of sweet amourous voices .

Press all your red skies to my breast
transform them into particles so bright in my blood.

Become the sovereign rhymes of life.
Make your sorrows into songs of wisdom
and stretch truth from the places where you have'nt been searching.

Between you and me everything is of the highest reverance
a secret summit of sacrements celebrating love
in a feast of everlasting aromas of healing nectars.

Are'nt you the sacred sanctuary in which i seek solace everyday
And the only flower that blooms here is the flower of love.

Can you hear it calling from the centre of my soul
to meet me on suspended wings.

The infinity is only a drop melting from our tongues.

The carnal voices of my desire seeking to kiss you
yet, in the brushing of our lips is not a mere kiss.

This is no kissing of our mouth
but the oozing of love
swimming swiftly from the loins to encounter
that which escapes every silence
climbing the ladders of moans and cries
blending the essence of our beings.

i have been collecting rare starlights in a box
until i saw your eyes.

Never noticed your face,
never heard a word you said,
never saw how sweetness scintillated on your lips.
never saw your beautiful flowing body.
only this,
and only this i saw

From your beautiful eyes love dancing all the way to me
and my one million years of waiting got over
i have thrown away my hourglass and my box full of treasures
and am running my way to you.

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.

When you walk upon my shores
the ocean comes dancing
all i know is
i m not the one who is following you

a comet
emerges from the dark nights of my soul
falling
like the hair upon your shoulders.

Can you reduce my skies
into one word.
Can you put the full moon
into your cup of ocean.

Can't you just come over
and
sit besides me
The moon is in the cup and the sky is in a word.

Your tranparent skirt in red poppy petals
primroses on your fingers
crushed bergamot touches
long wild grass freedom in your looks
should'nt it be enough to turn me on?

With candleflames of my desires
i'll ignite love
on your sleeping skin

touching
those syllables of your body
the night alone can claim.


i wish i could creep
next to your creek
where buds open one by one

without the permission
of any sun.


if my hot waxed candle could speak
of the volcanoes beneath that leaps.

how fiery, how steep

But helas
breath and sleep in their ravines deep
have taken you far beyond my reach.

Are you the sacredness
distilled
from my longings
red poppies flaming in the fields of the skies.

Are you the holy wine
pouring into the cup of my heart
Are you the lotus of silence
blossoming from the pond of my meditations.

Are you the stillness i have been seeking
through mindful consciousness
of your existence.

Beloved , infinity is only a beautiful tiny dot
on your face beholding this love
weaving you and me as one.

In gathering you
i have only gathered myself.
i can't talk to you but through poems.

where ever you walk
your foot prints becomes poems.
when you look at me, it becomes a poem.
each and every part of you is an illuminating poem.

i read them so carefully
their scintillating words becomes
the dark sensual songs of my nights.

Come to me oh Weaver of my soul,

weave from my nakedness your translucent veil
wherein you collect
playfully
the falling raindrops
migrating from the clouds of my entity.

If, in you, i can't encounter love
then, there's no where else to go.