I spread my aching feet
on green moss-covered velvety carpet
where silvery rains soak me.
The drops of welcoming water
Is the love of heavens for earth
That meets in the form of a rainbow.
The wounds of the soul take a lifetime to heal
and my hurt goes so deep that my eyes don’t cry anymore.
Unaware of the holocaust, your thoughts smother me
as death’s orchestra plays –
tragic tunes, opulent octaves, sad sobs and numb notations.
Lost in my own world, I sit gazing at nothing
where mules of errands, like beasts of burden
crawl against stark silhouette of a dusty desolate sand-dune
and my unrecited poems walk out of the door without a lock
to solve the riddles of reincarnation
midst the aromatic incense of fragrant blue smoke…
Shutting my dream-garnished eyes,
I'm already dead inside and buried in time-dusted graves
only to be exhumed in the pages of my poetry…