Monday 25 June 2012


THE GAZELL EYES
a little more trust, needs the kinship,
after that; touch the static feeling,
a few drop of dew; let drip the
sky, later dissolve the aridity,
until then keep the thirst
alive, still monsoon
doesn’t strike on
the blue hills,
as nervous
gazelle’s
eyes; life is in search of sanctuary, let
the cloud to be float; touching to
the peak of mountain, musk
should be scattered in
the wind, it’s too
earlier to sign
the silent
treaty,
moon has just emerged above the
sandal woodland; let it to be
sink into the perfumed
illusive night; later
on; touch my
innermost
with
the absolute enthrallment - -

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