The burrying strides

Tied to the roots of a huge oak

My steps away

Like into a quick sand

The more strides my steps

The deeper I burry myself:

My whole body.

Like the faeces of the chameleon

The more i clean

The more over my body it spreads.

16.5.2013

Fallen Short Of Strength

After today

It will be long

Before another touch of smiles

Will raise high the brow

And fill the chest with sounding gladness

The tired hands have fallen

And have fallen short of strength

24.5.2013

Another Time To Pause

Yet another time to pause

And enter into reflections

How it has all happened

Following your thoughts not on him

As if all that matters was it;

And him who allows all things

Will allow what you don’t think.

23.5.2013

The Smell of Sooth

Three years have come so quick

And the dish has remained uncooked

Only the smell of the sooth on the burning pan

Still in my nostrils

Which the red fire has left

23.5.2013

Before The Sun Rolls By

I still pour down all my waters
from the sky on you
and your earth still swallows
without quenching your thirst.
My planted seeds still remains
alive in your bosom
where as weeds grow tall
all around which i can't uproot
in time before the sun rolls by.

WITHOUT SILENCE

It’s cold out here

And more than a mile i must walk

More was the smile

Less the talk

I held her hands she felt my pulse

And she understood my incapacity, I knew

For long is what is yet to come

And short is the time to make up

Words cannot say it all without silence

words cannot say it all without silence;
long is what is yet to come and
short is the time to make up.