Thursday, 3 May 2012


THE WET MOMENTS

hushed of late night, abruptly broken !
something walks with buried legs,
or coming nearer the
exhausted voice
of oceanic
waves,
many times life has called you, while
echoes have been came back ,
but there’s no indication
that you’ve listened
the whimper of
internal
pain, the thin clouds above the hills, -
mounted the illusive rain of
midnight, the wet wind
knocked the door,
fervently I’ve
opened
too,
on the doorstep injured dream was
found comatose, inhaling the
unexpressed emotion,
I’ve collected one
by one all the
pieces of
love,
in end of night, the aroma of nocturnal
wild lily insipid at last, later the
color of bloom faded rapidly,
emptiness became more
profound, life suffers
as usual through
loneliness,
but
this waiting has a rare aesthetic charm,
perhaps! one day the condensed
clouds would be favor to the
arid land of heart, and
life could see the
tiny violet
bloom
on the twig of leafless sentiments - - -