the first song . . .

i thus wrote the first song for you
filling it with
the burdened silence
of unuttered words
and their endless meanings.
and when you open your sky
to listen to its longing,
the song will discover its tune
and the endless music it possesses.

,..

moon-tree series

The moon is burning
as a lone tree
and the stars are disappearing
as withering leaves.
I am not complaining
that the night
without you
is so long.

,..

seas, shores and boats

At first there was
only one sea.
Then there happened
a pair of seas,
one for you
and one for me.
And then
there were many seas
coming up
on the basis of
everybody's need
just to be followed by
the aimless boats
wandering everywhere
without knowing
whose who
is on which shore?

,..

riverse...

Once we happened to cross an un-moving silent river

that reflected the night sky.

'It is a beautiful river', you said.

'A river? how can you say that? it is still...'

I looked at you with my eyes wide open.

'Yeah! It is still a river',

you smiled and added,

'just that the whole universe is flowing through it'.

,..

naturally . . .

I keep a pile of words

on your sleeping eyes,

which then start playing

with your rhythmic breathe.

When you wake up,

trap them with your smile

and put them on your

yet-to-finish breakfast table.

Let the morning sun

savour some meanings.

,..

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Once, by listening to the wind,

you said that I'm also with it.

And when asked

how did you know about it,

you just started telling about

your journeys on the wind in return.

Not sure if the wind did smile at that.

,..