Let me just look at u........

Let me just look at you,

let me just peep in your eyes.

There are my dreams…

sleeping and blooming.

there are my wishes buried but alive,

preserve them don’t blink your eyes.

Might they’ll flow out

as tears of first love…!

but don’t cry it will hurt me.

When I will perish,

I’ll be there only in your eyes.

Just close them and see me

because by then…

I’ll exist only in your eyes.......

And I LOVE U.............

Days are yours…
But nights are mine.
Let me there,
On cloud nine.
Don’t shake me up,
From the sleep!
Let me love you In my dreams.
You don’t have time,
To see who loves you.
But all the time,
I keep admiring you.
If you’ll know it . . .
You will scream,
That I love you In my dreams.
Oh! Your gestures they stings,
My heart blows‘n’sinks.
Drunk by your mistaken smile,
Illusions take away me miles.
Mind utters a poetry theme,
And then I love you. .In my dreams.

My love, my song.......

My love, my song,
a wait so long,
My dream, my memory,
my incomplete story.
My proud, my fear,
my spontaneous tears.
My fantasy, my poetry,
my lovely wishing tree.
A light, a fire,
my ultimate desire.
My pain, my longing,
my most precious belonging.
My cry, my regrets,
my ocean of secrets.
A rain in the night,
my wishes burning bright.
My admiration, my predilection
my only destination.
My power, my dignity,
my soul’s identity.
A spell, a divine fragrance,
my written death sentence.
My happiness, my sorrows,
my todays and tomorrows.
See what you mean to me,
since the day I loved you.
Don’t say, “forget me”,
do say,
“I love you!”

Night is dark.........

Night is dark and lights are low,
That allows memories to flow,
I donno where should i go,
Towards the days backing in my mind,
Or towards the shining line,
Sometimes high sometimes low,
We were all together in every rove,
But now the time has gone,
And paths are lorn,
Please forgive me for my faults,
I have to fullfill all of my oaths..........

All ur names r in me.........

All Your Names Are in Me
At dawn, your skin speaks to me through my skin like a drum-beat.
Tawny creatures of fur and feather dance your dawn names
In onion-skin colors across my sky.
And the ripples in water say your day names
In endless knots of light and shadow.

At evening, your dusk names echo in my chest
Like a savored breath of ocean air.
Pale sea creatures in colors of shell and tears
Swim-dance your dark names in the corners of my eyes,
And all my steps feel a slippery pull,
As though there is a tide that runs north to you.

All your names are in me.
Your names are in the fibers of my weave.
Your sun and moon are making a tapestry of me each day.
My threads seek you even across infinite,
Microcosmic gulfs of electrons and light,
Come to you even in the guise of common words,
Hinting at the song of you and me.......

The summer thief.......

The Summer Thief
When you walk with me
Along this leaf-strewn city path,
I take shallow little breaths,
A still tongue behind pursed lips.
Your eyes flutter from time to time,
Before they roll into the back of your head:
Two slits the colour of our brittle Autumn sky.
I am numb to my own footfall,
Yours I barely detect
As we haunt the barrows
In search of our misplaced summer......

Saturday morning...........

Saturday Morning in a Classmate's Garage
My mother and I watched my sister
spring ahead, giggling as she ran up
the paved driveway like a puppy recognizing
the sound of its owner scraping leftover
sonto the ground. She pounced playfully
on Barbie and Skipper while mother and I,
a pair of vultures, swooped.
I preyed on books, and Mother tore into
masses of worn-through blue jeans and faded
T-shirts, searching through carcasses
piled high on card tables and concrete.
At the pay table, I stood watching my feet
shuffle as a familiar woman and girl pulled
tiny squares of masking tape
from our pickings, all the while making
small talk with my mother and me,
pretending the following day
we wouldn't be wearing their leftovers,
their names branding our bodies
like cattle.

Just one night..........

Just One Night Your arms wrapped around me
Your lips sealed to mine,
Our tongue's dancing with each other;
Your touch sizzling through me,
Striking my heart. Just one night,
You possessing me,
Devouring me,
Turning my blood on fire,
Making me one with you,
whole complete,
As we dance with each other,
Just one night,
The heat of our bodies,
The beat of our hearts becoming one;
As our souls soar above together,
Just one night,
Your touch on me .........

Finger paint.....

surrounded by half-empty plastic bottles
half-full of technicolor images
my mind forgoes the cleanliness of dreams
I crack my knuckles
leave the brushes at my feet

it is a child's dream to submerge their hand
sin this iridescent sleep
we let our minds go for the moment
live for the moment
cover our world in dreams

there are pictures in my head no palette can match
ideas you have never seen
when I was six, I could not let go
I can let go now
and let the devices be

I cannot explain the creations that come
when you are gone to the world
and all its machines
to leave the brushes at our feet
cover our world in dreams......

Bound......

I'm tired of nights without
stars,
Earth paved by Gulliver's ropes,
waking docile with wide eyes.
I am tired of painting angry
branches through troubled thoughts
on a glass sky.
I am locked in corrugated red tin,
between slats of a garden shed,
watching Zen ants
moving grains of sand......

The duck....

Faded brown kimono flapping
in the newly chilled wind,
the bent and dry-skinned woman
creeps beside the pond.She is wandering
in a windowpane of thought.
Stooping where minuscule waves
meet the too-large shore,
her oversized wedding ring
slips carelessly to the ground.
It will be retrieved by someone with elastic skin
and silken threads.
Crumbling bread in her hand,
she throws it on the water's metallic surface
and watches as a swan and duck indulge in battle
for its life giving rights.
Her chapped lips curve into a secret smile
as the duck squawks its victorious cry....

The sea........

The sea
prints itself
on the conch, its white spiral
pod casting seeds
like a neton the sand when the water
breaks good newsof arrival.
The father finds the conch
alive on the sandbar
and shows it
to his daughter,
black foot, shell varnish.
Later how it will empty
its sound into the child's ear
whirring like the sea in a dream,
coming past the sand to sweep
its living life,
good news, good news.

Simple pleasures.....

On your knee, in the lamplight,
dipping buttered toast in your coffee,
I hear the hush of the silent house.
The other children gone off to school,
you and I sit together
alone in the dim morning light,
full of love and trust,
chattering to one another about
simple times with unfurrowed brows.
We were so close then.
I hold that memory in my mind
like an old black and white photograph
one would carry in a wallet, worn soft
from years of riding in a back pocket,
a photo
showing the ones you love,
the most beautiful mother,
the best loved and dearest held,
the treasured one--
to be shown far from home.