what we shared?

Was the intensity of our relation
just because we never shared those forbidden words?
And when we talked them out,
it rained in the night
without drenching you and me.

the 'im'pact...

We refused to sleep
as we knew well that
we would be waken up to a different story.
And when we did sleep
no one could wake us up
as the stories of our dreams
were endless…

the flower's sky

“As our story is now perfectly told,
you writing another line
will be like
another rain drop
on an already burdened flower”

“Do you think
the next drop will break the stem
and kill the flower?”

“No my dear,
any more rain drop
on an over-burdened flower
will make it totally unburdened
and the flower may fly away
to the spring’s sky”

-,..

Are you online?

The river was still waiting
as the wind entered the eighth sky.
The tree too forgot the last bird
that sat on its autumn branch.
There prevailed an eternal stillness.
It is then the drizzle started
its music.
By the time it became a heavy rain,
the era’s last song was sung.
You and I are now destined to be
eternally still,
or virtually relate to each other
hoping the other is real
as well a mirage.
Let the continuum continue to get lost
in the extremity.

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