The dead winter kept up warm on the night she danced as if nature were more than a keep
the flowers grew more dainty with the looks of heavens in her eyes as she would gloat the kingdom of God
she was the eve.
On a starry night, she had gathered a brood of sheep who were tardy and they too danced
She became sad when the Adam threw a boulder into the lakes creating ripples but missing the serpent who had wiped off tears in the rain
They had been only hours away from being expelled from the paradise
And here the life seemed to be in gallows for ages as the earth oozed fire-bellied dinosaurs free of confinement and gloated Adam and Eve for the eternity to follow.
I sit silently at the window, watching the history of tulips grow sublime and fall onto the ground like dead papers being eaten word by word by the lice with time
Surprised to see so much vehemence in the spirit of Madonna to put the garden and the bible at the bay, leaving the dead corpse of the day glittering with petty love girls
I am surprised when you turn up from nowhere to the mirror on the main door, empty-handed.
To beget love for more love is a lovely proposition
that you stay a while longer is a request bidden
by time and its accomplice the space of cosmos
that you occupy the place anywhere but in my heart is improbable
Stay a while before the streams of the Ganges empty themselves
into a confluence of sorts, I draw a draught of love from them
to propose love is not at receiving end but in the beating heart
I silence the thoughts of you by beseeching the art of calligraphy
that you will be gone before the sunrise is a maddening thought
written in my dictionary as an anagram of your name.
That night has come again,
That curtain has the night wrapped up,
And those shy eyes contained everything,
When the day broke the cuckoo of heart burst weeping,
Singing the tale of separation to the prophet of the sun
The life is a morph of doubt and hope
To do the love act in doubt is to have hope for time to come
In this melody is a fame of silent ghost yet clamouring for both
doubt and the doubtless sky.
I would recompense every penny for thy offence
of belittling God to mere image of the unknown
what is known is the futile product of carnal act
To satisfy the desire to be able to comprehend the
works of God hidden in the expression of nature
Which has forsaken all that was not needed and
adopted what the man deemed to be his essence
The essence of man is thus educated stem from
the tree of knowledge that bears fruits in abundance