"Those who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your unspoken words." R. Tagore |
Bring me the sunset in sleeping cups
let night gently pour, as light fills up...
Dancing with sweet feminism,
above cemeteries of barren fields...
Turn off the sun; my life still will shine from...
Dress me in black watch me glowing like I have...
Alas, it's sadness
which within I sail...
If only time would run like a river,
yet into the opposite direction...
Withering into the quiet,
I no longer keep track of the nights...
They took a toll on me,
not in the way...
I immerse my hands beyond
the taut surface of reason...
On still nights,
cold air suckles my rose-scented chin...
One night,
I just woke up naked on the inside...