English

 

 

 

OF BLUENESS

 

My mind is a tinge of blue that

speaks of chaos,

of labyrinthine walks to reach a rooted sorrow,

of love; fungus laden; rotting in a bin of promises not made by either of us,

of scars that bifurcate like roads we walk down; not to meet ;

except in dreams.

Blue is choice that we wear as a denial of our feelings,

a faraway island of lost times where our poetry might swim ashore someday...

meet and hold hands

in a war ravaged world.

 

Years later, I will imagine a blue that

speaks of calm

of calm after the storm

of blurred yellow lights in rainy evenings

and wet smell of balcony greens melting in our mouths

~ spilling blueness

our tongues searching the etymology

of the word

returning to Gustav Klimt's painting of Lake Attersee

blue ~ far and deep

then speckles of turquoise coming close, touching,

lapping our feet

rippling gently, as memory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

NIRVANA

 

The mercury climbs, your forehead burns,

the bedside window weaves a tale in your eyes,

the pearly face of the moon is your beloved's,

swimming between the shadow dance

of whispering trees

its paisley grey moth eaten memoir

brings back the faint hum of a lullaby

 

The night drinks the luminance

stories sprout from the soil of its chest,

the leaves and flowers and fruits of memory

grow and bloom and fall,

you gather them as moments

as time melts in your palm.

The lines of the stories glow

as you make love to the moon body.

The gossamer lace on the porcelain breasts

is a mystery to you.

You are a traveller;

ambling along starlit paths with a desire to touch,

~ an uphill climb,

by the throb of the heart; a monastery stands guarding century old secret,

a chant floats ~ 'nam myoho renge kyo.'

The pink of the lotus lips

becomes your nirvana.