Roots

My soul corrodes

in the innermost circuits

of our disjoined selves.

Apple of the Self’s Eye

Around the nucleus

of this truth called love

revolves a hymn

like an old friend

that never ceased

to sound like an answer.

The Unrecalled

The eroded womb

brood in secluse and silence

under the pre-historic skies,

To be born over and over again

in the ancient temple of my heart,

lost in time, lost in love.

Telescopic Love

All those inviolable scars

chiseled into stars of hope

make you more spotless.

A Speck of My Orgasm Spills Here…

Our darker cosmoses are destined to

collide with tremendous velocity

and explode into stardust of memories

hovering in silence for millions of years.

My warmth, my trance and my death,

in you I found an unconditional universe

where timeless moments freeze in time

where dead deaths come alive in being

where tears gust in absolute tranquility

where you and I are nothing but one entity.

Stumble

Your insufficient touch estrange

an illusion of a forgetful heart.

How helpless is such a buried

sarcophagus of this feeble moment.

Paltry of bare tears hesitate

to run down over obscure absence.

Our fortuitous love is just an extra pyre

On human time and space,

burning a heap of dead

and half dead souls within.