Sunday, 29 January 2012

THE AUTUMN WIND

dripping sound nobody listened
last night dew had drenched
the dried meadow of life,
the sky inclined with
beautiful manner
toward the
earth,
in the each particle of planet, a
sensation of potency, the
rebirth of passion is
filled by autumn
wind, on the
leafless
twig
tender sprouts are waiting for
the virgin ray of early dawn,
the somnolent face slowly
making the space on
the chest, touch of
sizzling lips, the
condensed
desire,
in sequence passing through
the muscles, bones, blood,
entire persona now in
dominance of your
thrilling grip,
life going
toward
the totality, from physical truth
to the mist of celestial bliss,
comprehensiveness of
loving soul is the
unexplored
mystery - - -