Dear Earth

omniscient
and his fearless toes
seeped
literature in my window's
cell. captured a forest
and enjoined bowing prostrations
in a whole filled heart.
so the great white dane
wraps a rope
in appetite colors;
mistfits.
traped walls over my senseless
slippers. gratitude dwells
over his eyes afar from own
self.
in contempt i fly with altered
wings to condemn a million
suicidal appraisals.
muscular eyes give
me strength to close the
meaningless gatherings
and die awake.
seasons
change and we're
growing
along their thin’ glaciers.
tight rimmed
fairies punctuate the breastfed
papers into dreams of a shadow
temple.
because seasons
change my tears to dust
to grassroots
sunlight
within me
contempt me
forbid me.
embrace our
light
collect our falling
protect my swelling
and
masturbate your layers with
subject palms
until
your ground earth tastes
us.
dancing blue cosmic healer
present your golden whispers
along my glory spine.
whiskers of a foreign
protagonist irritate
me no longer.
breathless anecdote
startles my nightmare
in fuchsia forest’s greenery.
we are promiscuous and hopeful.
plastic forks beneath a white
blouse in a happiness toned
mimicked life.
broken mirror;
i am yours
i am yours
i am yours
springing fortune teller
Wrap me in your green
And I'll remind me i was
Always yours.

To meet you

I can’t wait to meet you

To see you to hold you to

Watch you watch me for the first

Time. To hear you to

Laugh with your eyes and

Smile with your heartbeat.

To dream with your silk

Palms and wake up to

Your sweetened breathes.

I’ve filled rooms in my soul

With all your emotions, your

Character your needing your

Wanting ; because this is your

Home.

I am here with you.

I have already died for you.

I will surround you and guide

You help you learn all

Your past lives and future colors.

I’ve already walked with you

Through my favourite streets

And pointed out the humanity

Of our world.

I’ve already kissed you goodbye

And then told you not to go

Yet.

I’ve already led you to your first

Experience where you returned

To me with fearless freedom.

I’ve already let you climb on my lap

To help me with your surprise birthday cake.

Because there are no secrets between us.

Our hearts are all one today

And today is now our forever.

I close my eyes and see it all

Loving our one

Loving our growth.

I've memorized our soul;

But I still can't wait

to meet you.

Inside us

Disappearing bleeding

Commanding your obscene

Clouded eyes to close

So that I can awaken us again;

Deemed by your broken

Hands I am surrendering

my whole.

Gypsy tyrant stealing my

Worded eyes my eyes

Of wonder my freedom

My spirit my running horse

Beyond your coarse veins.

It does Not matter where I

am or where you hide

I will always find you and hold

You with indigo fonts.

nurture you with young

Horizons and distilled tears;

Because I want you to see

That I never left you.

I live for you. I built

Dames inside your eyes.

Make me broaden your

Wanted so that our worlds can

Speak to the other while

Silencing our crown.

Slicing into my heart beats

That never made it out of

Your steam;

Separation flooding the

Crying of this semi colon

This break in this poem was

Your gift to me.

So now in our horizon

Her veil uncovers her heart

And the serendipity of this

Page laughs freedom.

Freedom

I am in favor of animal rights as well as human rights. That is the way of a whole human being.
– Abraham Lincoln
 
Deliberate cruelty to our defenseless and beautiful little cousins is surely one of the meanest and most detestable vices of which a human being can be guilty.
– William Ralph Inge

 
All beings tremble before violence. 
All fear death, all love life. See 
yourself in others. Then whom can 
you hurt? What harm can you do?

– Buddha

 
If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.
— James Herriot

 
Life is as dear to a mute creature as it is to man. Just as one wants happiness and fears pain, just as one wants to live and not die, so do other creatures. – His Holiness The Dalai Lama

 
Life is life – whether in a cat, or dog or man. There is no difference there between a cat or a man. The idea of difference is a human conception for man’s own advantage.
– Sri Aurobindo

 

Poor animals! How jealously they guard their pathetic bodies…that which to us is merely an evening’s meal, but to them is life itself.
– T. Casey Brennan

 

A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite.
– Leo Tolstoy

 

The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
– Mohandas K. Gandhi

 
If a man aspires towards a righteous life, his first act of abstinence is from injury to animals.”
– Albert Einstein

It is just like man’s vanity and impertinence to call an animal dumb because it is dumb to his dull perceptions.
– Mark Twain

The most inspiring conversation

I wish I was in this room....

EINSTEIN: Do you believe in the Divine as isolated from the world?

TAGORE: Not isolated. The infinite personality of Man comprehends the Universe. There cannot be anything that cannot be subsumed by the human personality, and this proves that the Truth of the Universe is human Truth.

I have taken a scientific fact to explain this — Matter is composed of protons and electrons, with gaps between them; but matter may seem to be solid. Similarly humanity is composed of individuals, yet they have their interconnection of human relationship, which gives living unity to man’s world. The entire universe is linked up with us in a similar manner, it is a human universe. I have pursued this thought through art, literature and the religious consciousness of man.

EINSTEIN: There are two different conceptions about the nature of the universe: (1) The world as a unity dependent on humanity. (2) The world as a reality independent of the human factor.

TAGORE: When our universe is in harmony with Man, the eternal, we know it as Truth, we feel it as beauty.

EINSTEIN: This is the purely human conception of the universe.

TAGORE: There can be no other conception. This world is a human world — the scientific view of it is also that of the scientific man. There is some standard of reason and enjoyment which gives it Truth, the standard of the Eternal Man whose experiences are through our experiences.

EINSTEIN: This is a realization of the human entity.

TAGORE: Yes, one eternal entity. We have to realize it through our emotions and activities. We realized the Supreme Man who has no individual limitations through our limitations. Science is concerned with that which is not confined to individuals; it is the impersonal human world of Truths. Religion realizes these Truths and links them up with our deeper needs; our individual consciousness of Truth gains universal significance. Religion applies values to Truth, and we know this Truth as good through our own harmony with it.

EINSTEIN: Truth, then, or Beauty is not independent of Man?

TAGORE: No.

EINSTEIN: If there would be no human beings any more, the Apollo of Belvedere would no longer be beautiful.

TAGORE: No.

EINSTEIN: I agree with regard to this conception of Beauty, but not with regard to Truth.

TAGORE: Why not? Truth is realized through man.

EINSTEIN: I cannot prove that my conception is right, but that is my religion.

TAGORE: Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony which is in the Universal Being; Truth the perfect comprehension of the Universal Mind. We individuals approach it through our own mistakes and blunders, through our accumulated experiences, through our illumined consciousness — how, otherwise, can we know Truth?

EINSTEIN: I cannot prove scientifically that Truth must be conceived as a Truth that is valid independent of humanity; but I believe it firmly. I believe, for instance, that the Pythagorean theorem in geometry states something that is approximately true, independent of the existence of man. Anyway, if there is a reality independent of man, there is also a Truth relative to this reality; and in the same way the negation of the first engenders a negation of the existence of the latter.

TAGORE: Truth, which is one with the Universal Being, must essentially be human, otherwise whatever we individuals realize as true can never be called truth – at least the Truth which is described as scientific and which only can be reached through the process of logic, in other words, by an organ of thoughts which is human. According to Indian Philosophy there is Brahman, the absolute Truth, which cannot be conceived by the isolation of the individual mind or described by words but can only be realized by completely merging the individual in its infinity. But such a Truth cannot belong to Science. The nature of Truth which we are discussing is an appearance – that is to say, what appears to be true to the human mind and therefore is human, and may be called maya or illusion.

EINSTEIN: So according to your conception, which may be the Indian conception, it is not the illusion of the individual, but of humanity as a whole.

TAGORE: The species also belongs to a unity, to humanity. Therefore the entire human mind realizes Truth; the Indian or the European mind meet in a common realization.

EINSTEIN: The word species is used in German for all human beings, as a matter of fact, even the apes and the frogs would belong to it.

TAGORE: In science we go through the discipline of eliminating the personal limitations of our individual minds and thus reach that comprehension of Truth which is in the mind of the Universal Man.

EINSTEIN: The problem begins whether Truth is independent of our consciousness.

TAGORE: What we call truth lies in the rational harmony between the subjective and objective aspects of reality, both of which belong to the super-personal man.

EINSTEIN: Even in our everyday life we feel compelled to ascribe a reality independent of man to the objects we use. We do this to connect the experiences of our senses in a reasonable way. For instance, if nobody is in this house, yet that table remains where it is.

TAGORE: Yes, it remains outside the individual mind, but not the universal mind. The table which I perceive is perceptible by the same kind of consciousness which I possess.

EINSTEIN: If nobody would be in the house the table would exist all the same — but this is already illegitimate from your point of view — because we cannot explain what it means that the table is there, independently of us.

Our natural point of view in regard to the existence of truth apart from humanity cannot be explained or proved, but it is a belief which nobody can lack — no primitive beings even. We attribute to Truth a super-human objectivity; it is indispensable for us, this reality which is independent of our existence and our experience and our mind — though we cannot say what it means.

TAGORE: Science has proved that the table as a solid object is an appearance and therefore that which the human mind perceives as a table would not exist if that mind were naught. At the same time it must be admitted that the fact, that the ultimate physical reality is nothing but a multitude of separate revolving centres of electric force, also belongs to the human mind.

In the apprehension of Truth there is an eternal conflict between the universal human mind and the same mind confined in the individual. The perpetual process of reconciliation is being carried on in our science, philosophy, in our ethics. In any case, if there be any Truth absolutely unrelated to humanity then for us it is absolutely non-existing.

It is not difficult to imagine a mind to which the sequence of things happens not in space but only in time like the sequence of notes in music. For such a mind such conception of reality is akin to the musical reality in which Pythagorean geometry can have no meaning. There is the reality of paper, infinitely different from the reality of literature. For the kind of mind possessed by the moth which eats that paper literature is absolutely non-existent, yet for Man’s mind literature has a greater value of Truth than the paper itself. In a similar manner if there be some Truth which has no sensuous or rational relation to the human mind, it will ever remain as nothing so long as we remain human beings.

EINSTEIN: Then I am more religious than you are!

TAGORE: My religion is in the reconciliation of the Super-personal Man, the universal human spirit, in my own individual being.

Dear words; I live for you

and the typewriter;
its' published
lover.
yawn of the blender combining
new possibilities of written
already.
innocent behaviour sheds a tear
in moans:
a lovers' epic tale of breathes taken
fast. slow purpose jackets
around their stealth pine heat.
tree theme depicting his shattered eyes through
opaque windows and listening well walls;
wish me empty.
frames of erotic sutras
with unreliable hands painting
me a mortal escape. magnetic sexual
obsessive ink cuddles with my
inner Gypsy Picasso.
A placebo titled
hither with pleasures
i need now.
open to our story short enough
to exhale through thin uneven veins.
inhale.
oh,
mother of materialism
nude.
naked
me
empty.

Illusion

“the external world has thus become a world of shadows. In removing our illusions we have removed the substance, for indeed we have seen that substance is one of the greatest of our illusions.”

Sir Arthur Stanley Eddington

Floating

and we are one boundless
freedom beat away from
each others hearts.
where the wind blows
and suddenly becomes
never; we are inside the
real.We are drowning in our
us and the black holds our backs
tightly around our regrets...
and lets go;
till we become the light

Gentle mystery

Created by Kanika Raina

Dreamer

" be everybody!  Why love one or two people close to you? Love all! Take the whole world as your home; make every mountain and river your own; treat every child- white, black , brown , rich, poor- as your very own, and live in a way that will make earth a better place.  That is the meaning of worship of God" -Eknath Easwaran

Let me in

you were laying in between us

with softer skins of saddened

pleas.

where your soul first

layered its’ eyes and fell

in love with my us;

we became.

more than your

earth i was subsided by

the ether windy of

our vacancy eyes.

our vacancy eyes 

who are

filled with mate temptation

of curdling the royal imagining.

did you see the human

in them?

the magic of our eyelids

disappeared one night;

we woke up with dusted

sanskrit hearts.

Shantideva

Today, all is well.

Today, indeed, I’m hale and well,
I have enough to eat and I am not in danger.
But this life is fleeting, unreliable,
My body is like something briefly lent.

Shantideva

Life

And you were a poppy

Seeded in our underwater

Orchestras’ dream.        

Each bow of breath you

Feel from this passageway

Sets apart our moment in time;

Our moment of timeless.

Stapled my beliefs to your

Lowered down walls,

I was abused in happiness and

Seduced by our perfection.

Vast of our bloom you were

Drowning we were

Creating.

Summoned by us

My torso is dimming in your

Lights because the trails

No longer require our

Flashlights.

Mercury lumber bites

Our skies and clouded rain

Fills our distant eyes:

Poetry that is mine.

Not me but mine.

There are better days

And today was meant for our

Births. I spoke to you already

And you  were disappearing

In cystic infused normalcy.

There you were in samples

Of my womb;

Holding on to my intuition’s

Breath.

Growing

Today wont fluctuate

Our broken dreams;

It will only brighten our

Surrendering.

That was my complete to

You that was my

misunderstanding

With our forgivens’.

With my solitude morning

We are completed by us

Through us in us as one.

Snowflake that never falls;

I am your melted grief...

Growing.

Forest Green

Where the wind

Settles upon us where

The wind dries within us.

Separated by our backs

And intuitively spoken

Without the normal of

My chins;

Hanging on to your skin

And I am relieved of your

Magic. Maybe I will forget

You but remember

How this page looked before

I tattooed its

Distance with my pain.

I need to be inside your

Love to be in love with love;

Stalking your eyes with

My vacancy dumb.

Numbed by our equals

We penetrate the poetry

Into our worlds apart.

I am your writer

I am your winter

I am your writer

I am written in your

Lose of breath.

Purest

the artist  will

blind the colourful winds that

Define the glowing of our fronts.

the art's

Proposed feelings

Of our brick walled wedding

Shoot are beaming skins

Untorn.

Away with me before

I forget the next line

Of our universe;

Typewriter magic

Opening our smudged

Forever’s.

Let me know if your street

Opens up to her knees,

Because my heart is racing

And I have nowhere to fly.

Focus on the sinking ink

Because the new pen of

your skin is the only

Blood that leaks that leaves

that enters me

Sole; My soul.

Stubborn seas are

Etching in my skins;

Tormented by the

Velvet sunrise.

our clouds

Rain on my tongue so i

Can taste you when you

Leave the curtains

Blind; behind.

Matilda. Magic. Magik.

“she felt the electricity beginning to flow inside her head, gathering itself behind the eyes, and the eyes became hot and millions of tiny invisible hands began pushing out little sparks”
Roald Dahl, Matilda

once upon a time
in a little kanika's universe
she read a book, Matilda
and fell in love
with Magik.

One man's truth; and I agree

"I think art is the only thing that's spiritual in the world. And I refuse to be forced to believe in other people's interpretations of God. I don't think anybody should be. No one person can own the copyright to what God means." Marilyn Manson

I am your beautiful broken

Numbered and forever

With a broken down kiss.

Where we were blown away

And struggled to fit inside

Our owned pieces;

Your wind was declared as peace

And I was hurting in your distance.

I was loving in your arms

And cried because it was never

Always and forever.

 

But now you accepted

The we’s. And I learned

Your veins as you sang our vows.

You’ve captured my black in

Beautiful pieces,

And learned to let it go

Softly

Slowly

carefully

Between my freedom toes.

You’ve brushed out my

Weak and strengthened

My eyes;

You are the reason my today

Can die the rest.

Stolen

I am starving eyes
I am distance poets ether.
I don't need an echo;
I need something real.
allure in our abused
poetry we summoned the
reality of our pointed
skins to reveal worthy
breakage. You are
my homemade broken
winter smile.
homage to the last
day we wrote on each
others intuition;
Cover my nude with
Your leaving.

His words to me; my poet inspiration

He is inspiration inspired by truth by our timeless by our breathing by our distance by the space between us that does not exist.

"Lifeless in a breath of hope 
Pushed into stillness
Taken from none 
Strength in solitude inhaling a moment later 
Forged through visions lost in the wind
This is Timeless in pages once flipped by a wondering mind
Raindrop off a leaf  thankful for a second life
Hurricanes resist before the land and air kiss
Paris ambiance dancing with Londons mist
We are life's simple in an adverse form
A stroke of genius in a mad man's storm
truth frozen in Lifeless eyes
Deft to echos
Fingertips touching her indigo skies"

by my one and only Naveen

One

"What divine drink wouldst thou have, my God, from this overflowing cup of my life? My poet, is it thy delight to see thy creation through my eyes and to stand at the portals of my ears silently to listen to thine own eternal harmony?Thy world is weaving words in my mind and thy joy is adding music to them. Thou givest thyself to me in love and then feelest thine own entire sweetness in me."
- Rabindranath Tagore

I am

in stillness truth
i am feathered eagle eyes
i am independent walls
i am free
i am agitated
i am adjacent to shadows
i am continued from yesterdays
reel. i am the product
of speakers lovers delight
i am forth and back through
paper cuts blood.
i am back and forth in
bloody cuts from papers.
i am erotica unopened
i am ego kiss closed clean
i forgive you always
i love you never
i love and never bleed through
the surface.
i am surface furs’
groomed wrong.
i am your correction when its cold.
i am dreaming of dreams i never dream.
i never sleep.
i am your insomniac affair.
i am a cloud-spread jam
i wrote that before
i am before and after.
i am creating you
i am artwork’s plaster-scene edges
i am not one word
i am one
i am scenic movements
in  calm plastic.
i am canvases chipped off wood
i am neglected and obsessed with
i am indifferent and i am peaceful
i am stillness in truth.
i am truth in stillness.
i am still
i am truth.
i feel you
so;
i am.

Leaving

beautiful disasters;
broken time sleeping
bountifuls in diamond deaths.
suddenly yours and swollen
education breaks apart this
choked air and we are
testing our pelvic
strength. Dilutions of empty
seats ; you were filled with
Me inside me you were filled.

You thought me and I
sang to your dreams.

Heart unbeaten

Hurricane senses beaming
with you without me.
I am drowning in black
tunnels I am dreaming
of white slow dances
I am waiting for you to see
Me as I was as I am;
Where we were.
When you delivered we were
Nodding our heads in grief
And disguise kissed our palms.
In a humble abode your winter
Makes me sane.

Black wings

Portraits of us withheld
By our degrees;
Separated by steal
Whispers while we are lied to
As we lay here.
Watching their straight backs
Crying behind them with slanted
Tears; strangers on the subway.
The degree of our distance
Was polluted in our stubborn
Veins, because we were polluted
Inside these stagnant wings.
Black clouds with facial threads
Threatening our freedom;
I want your flying I need
Your clear forest eyes.

Storm

ether and we return
to the same time we saved
before we broke before we
summoned together;
dont take away that semi colan
don't take my semi thought.
take my breathing and summon
me piece by piece so that
one day our days are
weakened by our exhaled.
Crossed i’s and
Scanned hearts blood
Baths waiting for our approval.
Concrete hands with velvet
Heartbeats; severed by
Your deceiving eyes.
The storm came undone
And I am open blind.

Wilderness

Heartbeats and bows are
Below us and above;
you Are my only discouragement.
To keep my heart from drying
Your palpating eyes will commit
Suicide on the eve of our
Anniversary; eternal and whole
And timeless strength.
Dried air beneath us
Quivers through our
Veins because we died
In us and we died in us
And we died in us.

Soul

Your distance is my prelude
To ordinary eyes;
We danced before we
Heard this music.
We have dreamt about each
Others addiction before we
Even closed our eyes.
Evenness cleanses our
Dramatics; hearts bleed
Scientific senses.
Beats of our addiction’s
aquariums feed off of
Our mistaken tears
But nothing, nowhere,
No one will ever see our
Whole.
Because we are that.
The breathes between the
fallen hurts; the life of  our
love.
We are this last letter.

Idle

he used his weary hands and
strung through these faded
black endless into
severed down spells.
morning  the mourning
of marrow marriages
where our hunger
ends and the pattern
flattens.
Tiny parts of our discoveries
Are intertwined with their
Crying aloud skies;
Whole vanished eyes
Surrounded your stapled
Promises.

Autumn ruin

What I remember
Is all that your piece by
Piece left behind us.
Bruises brushed our skin
With grief and relief and
Seventy three was a darkened
Forest. I was cree in your
tunnel and my storm
diluted our seance.
I am erupting the same
Way your dissolved inside me;
In distilled autumn ruins

Forgive

Watching today through
Dusted seamless skies
The moon told our home
To pray.
Rewire my vein into
Your complete vacancy
And squinted joints will
Tear with the gods name.
I will begin a new
Cumbersome and stone
My dreams into three
Passions. Soulless heartbeats
Are withering on toothed
Dances; lovers walked freely
Towards our combed freedom
And Clouds were distances'
Premature in love.

Us

backless clouds altered
through thin air and curled
intuitions. I am not afraid
because I am told I am
trust I am promise.
I can breathe I can sing
I can dance without my skin.
I am yours I am his I am mine
I am no ones. I am everything
that everywhere cried for.
belonging does not matter
In your emptied eye;
home is waiting for the
rain.

Everlasting

" you are dust,
And to dust you shall return"

- Book of Genesis, c. 800 BC

Jade

Handled with obscure mantle
preludes that were all collected
By dusted wings.
Caged breathes barricaded
Our colourless and we died
Daily in our timeless
Opaque; the night of this
Birth shivered free.
You are my piece by piece
broken; blinded
Tears.
To be with you again
and again I am flying.

Shells and open

Penetrate my paranoid
As the songs’ paralysis
Blinds us unto our opaque
Vacancy.
Destroyed
by my own waiting
you declared war on
my poetry's faded map.
legal bleeding defined
our spacing soul and
between our eyes
mothers of day
grew ancient;
distilled photography
sky.

Bitter swimming sweet

September came with
Memories and vacant eyes,
May ways thorough
Boats and deceived our
Belongings.
Saturate me in closed eyes
And release me by
Purpose.
this was our end
this was our first
kiss.

Inside

I walk with you I walk
with you your freedom
in my steps your freedom
inside my step you are
the freedom that makes me
whole.
Vast clouds disappearing
In our velvet quotes;
We delayed our mesh beating
Heartbeats before.
Smoking distance and
Altered backs are aligned
With our spines.
inside my step you are
breathing.

Faced palms

Inspiration by Mansi Bedi

Ponder

Sunken in and
Forgotten because the
Rupturing faith bleed
Wide and shut.
Forearm tingled with
distance and the waiting
became against our
hallucinating.
Let us elope within our
Forearms and lust over.
Lets degrade our seasons so
That winters coldness keeps
Your wings around me.
Your damage surrounds me
And my face swallowed
You whole; my facials
Decided we were whole.

We are that

I have your vision
in mute corridors and
the sudden screaming
cradles this poems tougher
masterpiece.
Abiding by truths
We come to destruction
And end of our skins.
Abstract windstorms
Distant trains tearing
With happy tracks and
faithful unknowns.
ruptured strength holding
our beautiful night;
insomniac truths.
dissipating our variants of
forbidden love stories;
We are that.  We are that.

Forevers

to begin with unaltered
freedom in words.
I am sworn to you
And  I am heard before
Time and patience.
We are something real
Enough to break stars undefined
And bleed pillows to
widen with insomnia.
I’m standing on purple rain
Beneath your subtle.
Breathes and parody’s are
Broken apart at our limbs.
Time manufactured our
Speech and this allergen waved
Its strict heartbeats goodbye.
Elevated errors ruin our
Eye patterns;
Its raining jade.

What he said

"You are my strength, my reason, my
best friend. 

Without you is without me. Me is you.
You are my air, my one and only desire.
Your body is my ocean. 

Your heart is my freedom."

- Naveen Raina

Fragile

handled eyes lower cased
for sleepless monologues.
I am cured in your bleeding
and trust this sun's shoulders.

Raining winter on my altered back defines us;Because we are defined in Ocean blue freedom.

Solitary promises
Dance on our past
Nuptials;
Rising fear in our
Open hearts we
Give ourselves up to
The masses.
A plague of the
Altered skin egos
Torn into love.

Mine

Eyelashes were like the fatigue of
Our nights’
that made love to each other’s
Distance; hold me today because
I am yours today.
Lets disappear today
Because I want eternal
Today.
Dark sunrises stunting our pinched
Nerves; we cry holding each other’s
Smiles.
Un- plaster my facials so that
The disappearance fades
Into temperatures of
Shy truth hearts. 
Smaller earths denied
the vacancies because
we already fell in love.
Sheer black skin against my
thick white intuition;
we are strangers at peace.

Branches

disappeared amulet bonded
beneath us to this frequency
breathing of our selfish feet.
Today you are my voice
Because yesterday you were
My forgotten bruise;
I feel my veins healing.
Cemetery laughed at
It’s flooded paste and
I knew how far the tree
Would grow over my
Branched legs.
your courage blinds me
and alive is melting
through us.
Mimicking your
suddenly cold
Birth I die daily.

Cured

her hands were delicate so 

the

 theories were limited to 

politeness.

testing patience was virtuous so

holding tears were numbed.

Distance makes me cry and i

Add to this life lined paperless

Sigh; breathless poems.

Dissected with promises we

Provoked each falling cloud,

We mastered watching

Each other’s eye.

I can not go beyond the black

Curtain because

the black stays still.

The ending of this line

Becomes matte with your

Tears that never cried.

flavours of us are dialated

and calm.

Pleased

Two hearts as one bleeding towards each corral vein of the lessened. World in our steel bowed heads I think fast I let you inside fast I let you speak through us fast I wreak of written kisses. Find me fast to break me slower.

Steel

The last of our trust
Was solacing the earth
And tired smoke was
Drying our careless hair.
Rays of throats were
Gleaming down our
Effortless spines;
Sunrise in cliff eyes.
You uncovered my darkness
And saturated our nuances.
We left our palates empty
So that this blacked rain
Could wash our tombs and
Birth our silver souls.