I love you because the rain speaks through your eyes and the flower that once touched your lips
had begged me to though reason would naught;
The dim clouds that once saw and melted with all those thoughts of vanquished dreams
had knelt down beside mountains to pray;
The ocean whose hands still remember that first touch, the first dive to the depths of you hand �til the final wave, now, breaks into a mad storm proclaiming: even the fiercest waves return- when its seeds are kept warm beneath the grass, it merely sleeps like a terrorists� blood in a pedigree;
hiding �til nature claims its way and loving you
loses its mystery to the rain.
Come now to the end of the universe
where every breath of air is a storm
and every drop of rain
is an angry beating of the sea.
Come feel the thread
that keeps us together shake
and ring countless vibrations
in my heart and send ripples
through my blood
caused by the dropping of your tears�
I am drowning in a drop of rain
Laid still on the corona of an opulent flower
Adoring her fondness to prodigal beasts
Hovering over her in their unbroken unpretentious envy.
But I have fevers that cannot be quenched
By her supple curves and the beauty in her sighs
I have demons that burn my soul at my own stake
And not even her dampest kisses could soothe them.
Now the moment creaks through the hands of autumn
As I sentence my hands to untouch her, and
Though the scent of her opiums breeze through my tunnels,
They don�t smoothen the fence of thorns my body must cross.
In her modest blooming, Intimacy keeps death in her deepest trenches
That I must drown even in a drop of rain.
Her heart, like a thousand zen sitars, lures
All that�s composite and braided in this cosmic tapestry
Light, shadows, dreams, the bark from an olive wood
Sown deep into the teeth of threads by grape lianas
Twining their way towards the nearest star,
Unconsciously build this fabric of unwilled silence
Where nothingness and existence bind like clasped hands
And where night and day collide into a pre-existent marriage.
Before there was a beginning and a co-constitutive end,
Before there was immortality and its arch-rival death,
There were the melodies of her zen sitars chanting
Beyond oblivion and remembrance and drawing
Each and every element on this cosmic tapestry
Back to the silence of her heart�s compassionate throbbing.