WINTER LOVE

I wished I could
to whisper you a winter love
to give you the ocean blue,moon,stars,the sunset too........

I wished I could
to whisper you a winter love
to give you a love that comes from me to you, a love so precious a love so true.

I wished I  could
to whisper you a winter love
just to be with you,what do i say?I love you and you take my breath away ?

In this winter love
my poems goes to thousand you..

IN SEARCH OF WARMTH

Words I never spoke

supposing you would hear 

words I never heard

supposing you would speak .

In search of warmth

I enter a cafe 

swig a mouthful from the steaming cup

and gaze through the piece of window

at the outer screen world .

But only your visions 

 weave

       drunkenly

weave

within and without 

where burning memories kept secret 

between memory and forgetfulness.

In the vastness of universe 

my words split 

like isotopes .

My presence ,my situation 

and my very nature class

smash,scatter into smithereens.

Where I hold all this is 

       my own life

               remains with me

                          hanging  on my own wall .

  

ODE TO MY HOME

It is the time when 
silence 
sunlight 
and 
dust 
slowly merging into an evening.
Golden lights upon the treeless streets
sifting down through a haze of dust,
Teeming crowds of men and women
settle down like a red winding sheet
on the serried tumult
of the town.
People shut up under their
little path of city sky
within their city walls
In this passing moments of passing poetry 
my memory goes to my home .

TOO ALONE TO INSIDE

When i sink to bed
your name hang 
hang upon the web of world

                                                      as a street 
                                                                          number or as 
                                                                                                   an alphabet 

                                                                                      on the back of an envelop
                                                                                      lines of thought replete with feeling
                                                                                      words too heavy to carry
                                                                                      but too alone to inside
                                                              
                                                  re-write 
                                                                       re-craft 
                                                                                           re-model 
                                        
upon the page on which it sleeps
kissing  a single eyelid
drenching in your dream
but too alone to inside. 

                                                            

STILL LIFE

A still life 

     through -up -into air 

            in that way they have 

                                  kind of space 

A still life 

     full of  lost image 

         crowds in  streets 

                 like tongues hang out

                   with no outer shell 

         nor inner space 

    using with and 

against other

A still life 

     come -down upon earth 

                tn that way 

                   upon the mind's space 

                          and time's  page .   

  

               eyes  feet  and organs 

           don't    see     this 

     they are victim 

of  sights .

EMPTY WORDS

LISTEN 

                   empty words  are 

drop  from the page of my life 

    to sing a song exist between you 

LISTEN 

                     empty words 

  after a rain grow in circle 

                 come out quick 

                            as noun 

takes place a  space 

                      between two people 

                                  beside and then

I WONDER 

  

       i am alone 

        around and inside 

nothing to react 

nothing to represent 

                                    

                                            where my words 

                                                    are 

                                             only '' myself ''

                                             with no name 

                                             inside a space .

A ROOM

Inside------------

A woman sweeps,another knitting
twenty watt bulb shine in veranda
I myself live in one
leaning against sofa
Mother keeps the kitchen,makes tea

four empty cup on a try

trickling sound of tea being poured.
The washer man and watch man
sip their tea with Lemon
country ,landscape ,memory,anguish
full of cancel words
and large handwriting
searching for
saddest songs.

Outside ----------------

Wind ,light, rain revolve
a heavy tree bent their necks

each leaf nurture a rain -drop
Ants are travelling by hidden routes
under the sleeping earth.
On the  silver  line of  day
one end,  sun is half way down
other side, clear moon shining high.


Two eyes dividing a single face 

in my solitary rhyme.