Dear,
You hold the land of frgrance for me...
How solitary, silent and yet dancing, a picture- that is real in a place where imagination shrinks and leaves hands...
You stand like a male moth,
Entraped like a sweet melody in a musical istrument, losing the keys,
Sofltly murmuring when wind blew my name to you.
You walk softly in the far away untouchable world, real slow footsteps , heavy with the load life has become for you,
The life which was meant to be and screams to be shared with me,
You drag it along like a heavy ornament upon the breast of a newly wed bride...
You drag it like a bllod stained cloak upon a monk's shoulder
Yet you smile,
As the Sun comes out with pigeons playing in your mind's innumerable windows... soft wings creating whirrring music; you listen with an intent heart, trying to breathe life, which is not there.
You imagine rain in summers,
Wet varandahs, thick with moss, as my voice rings in your ear, you go up up and up into another world of your creation, holding a white fuming coffe mug,
Or folding your beautiful, long hands,
putting a smile of content in your leaps, and gratitude flooding your eyes -for nothing...
Big whitish soft silky curtains fly above your head and come back caressing your musky face,
You hold the world I belong in my dreams ...
Oh, dear stranger, how important you are to me
Yet you stay unlisted in my practical life...
O Prince of my thousand books !
You dwell,
As the 6 am alarm -over the Horizon-- mellow mix chimes, from within a lovelorn melody, You appear before me with your thick environment - a vision - i swifly make a journey to the live picture frame where you live, moist like a juice bottle, my walking difficult, my breathing uneven, .
O, The other name of my life!
I calculate in my mind how you are not mine,
how you are not mine,
At the end i land up with
You are mine,
Every time with a different intense consciousness.
My Jayant,
My own Jayant
My very own Jayant,
Wherever, however different, beyond comprehension, still mine...
Jayant ...
*Melody, Juice, Fragrant World & You
6am
11.12.19
You hold the land of frgrance for me...
How solitary, silent and yet dancing, a picture- that is real in a place where imagination shrinks and leaves hands...
You stand like a male moth,
Entraped like a sweet melody in a musical istrument, losing the keys,
Sofltly murmuring when wind blew my name to you.
You walk softly in the far away untouchable world, real slow footsteps , heavy with the load life has become for you,
The life which was meant to be and screams to be shared with me,
You drag it along like a heavy ornament upon the breast of a newly wed bride...
You drag it like a bllod stained cloak upon a monk's shoulder
Yet you smile,
As the Sun comes out with pigeons playing in your mind's innumerable windows... soft wings creating whirrring music; you listen with an intent heart, trying to breathe life, which is not there.
You imagine rain in summers,
Wet varandahs, thick with moss, as my voice rings in your ear, you go up up and up into another world of your creation, holding a white fuming coffe mug,
Or folding your beautiful, long hands,
putting a smile of content in your leaps, and gratitude flooding your eyes -for nothing...
Big whitish soft silky curtains fly above your head and come back caressing your musky face,
You hold the world I belong in my dreams ...
Oh, dear stranger, how important you are to me
Yet you stay unlisted in my practical life...
O Prince of my thousand books !
You dwell,
As the 6 am alarm -over the Horizon-- mellow mix chimes, from within a lovelorn melody, You appear before me with your thick environment - a vision - i swifly make a journey to the live picture frame where you live, moist like a juice bottle, my walking difficult, my breathing uneven, .
O, The other name of my life!
I calculate in my mind how you are not mine,
how you are not mine,
At the end i land up with
You are mine,
Every time with a different intense consciousness.
My Jayant,
My own Jayant
My very own Jayant,
Wherever, however different, beyond comprehension, still mine...
Jayant ...
*Melody, Juice, Fragrant World & You
6am
11.12.19
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