Shepherd

My dear friend
just wanted to say I miss the indolent moments spent with you
And I find myself talking to you all alone at night
Of this
Or of that
Songs
Yes songs play
They all sing
Unfound love
Of profound desires
Or of newly discovered joy
Broken connection with time
And some songs
Their voices almost one with God
They play their instruments
Like there is no Next
Forlorn candles flicker
Lighting their own
Solitude
You will find me
Hugging the barrenness of the night
Like I would hold my baby
Then desires
Float by like the butterflies
In a botanical garden
Yellow ones with red spots
Until the light from the windows invade
The light from the room
Then all these is erased
Like the
The tired shepherd
Coming home at
Dusk

The Threshold

The green of your scarf
Rests blissfully on the V neck of my summer deep green
sweater
The mustered yellow sweater makes a dancing move
They are all whispering
The red in the scarf to the green
Then the gold strip says something to the navy strip
Of the V neck
It is a gossip gathering
All hanging in vertical
Upwards
Gold shining not wanting to be ignored
My red underwear walked out with you
Wrapping your most cherished corners
Rousing all of the intimate curves
I fantasize of
They are all waiting
Hungrily
to
The narrative
They all reach out to your necklace
Next door
Quiescent on the lamp
The light enters through
The space within
Every night
Like my desire to cross the threshold
Every time I look at it
At you
once in a while
I play with the scarf
Wrapping it around my neck
The smell reminds
Me of the early morning
Us side by side
Scarf smiles
And I smile back
And then they all
see you and me
me
Playing with the softness
Of your skin
And then
Like me
They all look at us
The red
The green the gold
And the beads
The V
Same question
When? When? and when?

Stampede

Rare
Dreams
Drop like
Rain drops
Tears
Blocks of Black
hot tar melting
winter snow
covers
the fairy tale
the black 8th ball
awaits
never ending end
green fields
covered
with smoke
noise generating
love songs
candles collecting dust
diffused light
flicker less
breath
no connection
lost connection
a stampede of
you
no where to be found

Dance

I
Scribble a blast of joy
when
I walk alongside
ecstasy and bliss
painting squires on footpaths
with a bit of sepia
the shine with silver and gold
borders of drenched sand
wetness of your lips
together with the intensity
soaking mine
waves recur
like the red hot sand
playing with the wind
on a simmering summer afternoon
deserted desert
A
lonely traveler
tall shadows
dancing
wrapped in
A
melody
of sand
of wind
of light

The Wind

I rested my head on the windowsill
The wind cuddling me like it did to you
When we were in love
We were together
I felt the comfort
From the wind
Like you must have
Sensed
The fields
Rolled by
Cornfields
Sunflowers
The scarecrows
Dancing with the wind
The green
Your color
The color of your eyes
A bit lighter though
Like if lit from behind
By the sun
The train moved forward
So did the time
Caressing me
Like the wind
Leaving behind
The cornfields
Sunflowers
The green
And the
Memories
Of you

Dream

just last night
or was it tonight,
or was it the last moment?
Or is it now?
You linger in me always
when I am asleep
I make love to you.....
I imagine your lips
your beautiful eyes
your hard nipples
my hungry lips around them
and moment by moment
I claim every inch of your body
wrapped in my imagination
like the child and its dreams
taking you all the way
innocently to my heaven
I want to stop then
me in you
and me wrapped by your beauty
the sun and the moon will
have to wait,
your wetness drowning the world
around us
its
just you and me
I drip down from within you
creasing your inner thighs
writing poetry all the way
leaving the heaven behind
sun was up and so was the moon
oh well?!
the snow flakes caress me
so do the thoughts of you
somewhere out there
don't know where
but for sure here
in me you do exist

My Land

Scattered gray ashes
the thundering end
to my existence
the rain falling....
washing me away
the fire
red blue and white
in its vain majestic colors
a little smile seeps through
my lips and the teary eyes
as I touch you for the last time
some hazy unclear morning
in passing
expanding into dust
the neon lights
I am history
electrons on the TV screen
create and recreate
even before the dust floats down
(for the world to see)
yes, the love, the laughter
fear the joy of my first steps
the fear of my last one
the love left behind
soon all this will pass
in fragments
before you know
there will be
another one of
me
like the monsoon
it will be all
washed into sea