Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Those lines that were never written,
Those words swallowed unuttered
Were all for you, and about you.
The anxiety of the sodden sprout of grass
After the first rain, and the ecstasy
Of the first drop of rain, kissing the earth,
Are all inlaid in those words and unwritten lines.
Meandering like a winding river, downstream,
Through the lonesomeness of a solitary stork
Doing its penance earnestly on one leg,
In the far corner of a green velvety paddy field;
And through the resplendency of a king fisher’s wings;
Through the dreams of a jacaranda flower,
While I close on you, gliding softly in silence…
Greet me with a garland of blooms
From the rainbow; adorning your forehead
With a speck of vermilion, borrowed
From the evening sky, and a bewitching smile
On your lips that narrates untold heart throbs.
You will then listen to the cooing of my heart
In the dawn, while the morning mist covers the wood.
You can then fill up your scattered dreams
To the brim, with my love – Uncensored…