Thursday, February 10, 2011
winter's tale
ill remeber u in my lowness ,in winters coming by,in autumn leaves that drift my ways sometimes,in coming days ill repeat ur essence again and again- u have taught the lesson of loss-the affection for hideous face of mine, worshiping the statue of desires!!
dig water from the heart of fish
i silenced them ,the craving of loss,i muted it with my index finger-the conversations in foreign languages are not understandable to me anymore!
i am not sure
whether i can see the faces that ruled my world again,the scent the captivated my mind,again,the words that i revised in my lively fate again,for the chapter is closed,for the seasons have changed my fate,for i myself have erased the lines of my palm with innumerate solemn feelings!!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
extravaganza of my soul
the melody of ur rhythm is heard by mounting of rains and farewell is set by nature to give silent kiss to its core....
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
guarding my breaths!!
paint my words,
with colour red,
i held the fire from herth,once,
the burning coal still ask for warmth from my lap..
paint my lips with colour red,
i once,kissed the blood of my heart,
in rainy night,
and still they are burning with its charm....
i hold upon my breaths,
for the voice to lissen,
ECHOES AROUND AT ONCE,one word,
u are truely loved in arms of this nature!!
hiramalik
by me:
A VISION!!
( sketch by me)
behind the curtains of my tiny pupil
there i have set a visionary world,
play around where my native soul
with bangles of different colors,
under cover of the ornament of my heart
of those kisses of shining nightangle,
the sweet aroma of its voice,
and the howering clouds,
i peep through the curtain of my pupil
when screams howl in ur vast world,
when blood is drawn out of body and soul,
when martyrs are unstoppable,
and revenge has occupied the wildest dreams of sophisticated civilizations!!
hiramalik
play around where my native soul
with bangles of different colors,
under cover of the ornament of my heart
of those kisses of shining nightangle,
the sweet aroma of its voice,
and the howering clouds,
i peep through the curtain of my pupil
when screams howl in ur vast world,
when blood is drawn out of body and soul,
when martyrs are unstoppable,
and revenge has occupied the wildest dreams of sophisticated civilizations!!
hiramalik
SINFUL!!
there is a way in between muteness and my image,
where flows energy of my presence,
it is disclosed in my silence,
and it disappears in my languages...
sinful desires are nomore remorseful,
fo in saintness i have lost the real me,
burn the metal that comes in ur ways,
like a fountain emerge itself from a rock....
to me no land i occupy,no heart i steal,
to me,no word i own,no face i feel,
to me,no sensitivity i adore,
no hardness i seal,
this air that is flowing around from north to south,
sings only one song,
''U are wanderer to me,
a lost gypsy,
grasp this universe in one fist,
and dance and sing with its ecstasy!!''
hiramalik