Sunday, April 11, 2010

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The Night

This might just so happen,
so happen,
who,you might have been searching
for all your life
might just tumble down in your
palms like a cluster of jasmine.

This might just so happen
so happen
whose eyes carry the shadow
of an ancient maple tree
with slumberous peace
and the pearls of trust.

In that shadow
you fall asleep

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Next morning

Last night we threw
all our life long wastes on the street
down below!
The crystal glass wine set,
the summertime snapshots
by the river Rhine,
the inexhaustible evenings
sitting next to Debussy,
and all the simple promises
that we made
on the bed all night !
We threw all of them as if
they were just the pebbles
on the pond.

Then we floated on the
turmoiled oceans
clutching our separate beds.

Our " Happy home"this morning
just disengaged the hands
and headed to some unknowable

But even now
if we stretch our wet hands
with a feeble hope to clasp
Things would change.
But , No we didn't.
We condensed our world
in lonely cries.