Here and There

 

Along the wrinkles of time

lay my age-old heart.

On heaps of withered stillness

its shrilling wreckage strewn.

On shores of a missing story

facade of love tides surge.

I wish to set sail one last time

give me your child-like eyes.

Worlds, words and woes vanish

as I go astray to gaze yet again

into this young heart―full of stars.

Lantern

Under the unfathomable,

the immovable eye

suffers this distant touch.

I behold your multitudinous

selves rotting in the pool of

a stagnant light, blinding

every eye that seeks the sky

in the depthless mirage of time.

A dreadful hollowness lies in

this unsacrificial touch.

As your programmed arms

construct the human between us,

I bear this paralyzed love

sheltered under absent clouds

un-pouring rivers of tears.

How safe it is to be untouched!