Friday, December 31, 2010

Desolate Piper


In the eyes of the lovers
sparkles are held forever
meant to be engraved
over the heart
to bring you so higher

no desolate sighing
lost in a wave of ashes

in the eyes of the lovers
ways lost through the moan
stone can get to the next moon


still waiting for
the dew to abound
to show up at the door
some labyrinth of insanity
with no ending
I know I know when you feel it
you will know

Friday, December 24, 2010

The Dew



Hear the wind sing
feel the horizon mood

Imswan getting lonely
footsteps the way
to the lighthouse
to the bright stars
to the sanctuary
to the memory

Monday, December 13, 2010

Clouds of Numidia


Into the alleys of Rubina
the lonely vista of love
miles away from the shore
down under the clouds of Numidia

Ajar blasphemous wind
stoned to a tilt
worthy warrior of silence

Akin the boisterous mind
caviling toward the sun
mindless colorless rainbow
with open rays
embracing the globe

Wanting more and more
of same elixir
venting past glories
sobering Moorish dancers

Yet the tide is gone
never to come back
yet the land is dry
the rain is arrogant
the clouds stingy
the sky meaningless

Lit the sky with her
studded diamond
a leisure
in sighing deeper
and deeper

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Chirping O fool



wallow the trench
and bring the fence
ancestor of them hollow memories
windy afternoons ,
sandy taste of the blow
walking up the same hill
acquire some skill
bring the glory
farming snails
captivating horizons
into the world of them nymph
sailing away like swans
be here and then gone
veiling the truth
nakedness of the sky
altar of fancy dances
waiting for its prey
dense dance
till dawn
till the tail breaks the light
into a smirking smite
blot and murky
just like before
them heavy plight
flowing through thoughts
nefarious just like
everything else

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

As I look into your eyes


a sigh for being alone
someone
in the air floating
trance by some cyclone
trove of sighs
choice of a baton
for a march likely to err
in search of a prone
a deja vu
here and there
pretending a drone
sting less and dull
sinking in awe
rinking like a leaf
a feather and a world