Six Poems (An Eye for An I, Right There Waiting for Me, No More Night and Others)

An Eye for An I

An all-seeing eye of cosmos opened

within me having an epistemic sense of

power. The rain trickled down the oval-shaped

wet window. 'Twasn't a blue eye, yet 'twas bluing.

The blues of the stars

were trickling

out of their core. Over

your tasting part of the tongue full of sensations

about itself, suffering words

struck the silence between us. I could not

comprehend their sense- their meaning

sank in the sadness of the rain.

The blues were absorbed by this rising dreariness.

I couldn't see you. Nor could I

achieve the tranquility of mind. However,

I might presume that God might see this.

Right There Waiting for Me

The suffering train

takes me to somewhere.

I really want to get off this train, but

it is running too fast -

a wave of despair.

I had no courage

to face the truth,

nor I had courage to believe that

we could be together,

maybe no courage at all -

shadows of my youth.

You didn't know

'twas a matter of time.

You were right there, waiting for me-

it could be truly sublime.

Be my lover,

or be my kiss, or

be my happy December!

Now, take a chance

love to rediscover!

Don't say,

'should happen once in life'

all the rest means lie -

some games -

I couldn't face on -

unseen scars of war and strife.

There's only a train

to run to nowhere

too fast, never for two,

but I want you to be always there

waiting for me, because

I'm waiting for you.

Don't ask me anything,

not any longer -

the last word rhythm entrained by love -

no more nothing.

The feelings are freed from chains

on December reign,

I love you more than ever,

when you can wait for

my suffering train.

No More Night

You gave me your love,

while that night was pouring down.

I thought it was in Eden, or in dreams.

I could hear the rain whispering your name.

Someone had bled somewhere -

wounds to be sutured.

They weren't lips.

I had learned everything about lips.

I heard the whispers of the White Tree of Gondor.

You kissed me for

kissing, kissing, kissing.

You gave me your blue love,

and I understood that you were mine.

I had you, and I could be myself

(lips- kisses within).

Someone had bled somewhere -

wounded lips and

sutures-

lips, kisses within.

I stand near you, touching you

and I wanted to stay that way forever.

You didn't ask me to stay

never to leave -

walls, walls, walls.

'Twas for eternity

our love.

You couldn't ask me to stay

again and again.

You gave me your love

again and again.

I waited for the blue rain to whisper

again and again,

You didn't let me wait for my rainbow

again and again,

again and again,

again and again,

again and again,

again and again.

Once more,

'twas the night.

No more,

'twas no more night.

You gave me your love.

Singing Star

A star opens an eye of love, and

Watches for the birds.

The moon is singing.

Swimming Love (Three Line Poetry)

Red corals and blue algae,

Wet sadness and swimming love

Need their own light.

Haiku for Sun

Sunset of lifetime,

Red apple in a sunken sea,

Sunniest nude beach.

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