let me bleed my dearst one
till the last drop of blood
leaves me....when I
when I lie down alone
deserted......
the left out nests of
migratary swifts
bloom in me
like some crazy droopy flowers
in the mystique darkness of
snowy himalayas
where
the unhatched yolks
freez in yet a meaningful
solidarity....
solitude
like a faithful companion
follows... in the path
leading to the lover
to death.....
death
in it's handsomely ways
waited
all life... all day
with a bunch of roses
each with my each drop of shedded blood
with a secure patience of fulfilledness
that someday i'll come back....
claim them....
and give
my love
in return
but when?
the nightly sky said...........
soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
