The Mirror

I look at you, another me, just as same as me,

My hair, my eyes, my lips, my skin;

Even the same expansion and contraction of my chest as I breathe,

Tears roll down by the lee of your cheeks and you chin up too,

As I do.

You are me and just me, you see,

Just that you don’t have words to express,

Sounds to scream, or if you can see me back.

But you must know, I find myself when I look at you,

When I scream at you, when I cry at you;

I can see you in my blue dreams, smiling pink hued,

I think of you in my red-rose days too,

I miss you on grey muddy moist weathers,

I will love to run away and escape

From the world,

Through the greens at my feet and

Colourless air through my hairs....

And I grab your fists and long to hold them forever,

But I see you are an unemotional creature,

You stare at me with no sight perhaps,

You smile at me with no life perhaps,

You cry to me with no soul perhaps...

You are alive for the sake of being alive,

You are no life, but a silent reflection,

You are no life, not a drop of emotion.

Still you are me and I,

I cry, and so you try.

The Rooms

When the body takes the shape and size of a room,

With two windows and a door and air in it,

The soul responses to aggression and impression,

Expressing the caress and sensation;

The marjoram from the hormones seasons it to taste better,

The lees and the brew make it fermented,

Extracted from the giblet of the flesh and the heart,

That jig through the pockets of the rooms of emotions,

And leave it at the ajar aisle for an akin heart and soul.

Sobriquet vendors of love and lust, come in and go,

Displaying and churning the emotions and expressions,

Seeking and peeking for pizzazz for life.

The synopsis of a syncopated romance,

Sighing high for a lee to roll down,

Over the walls, and the floors and the roof of the room,

The corners are too not left and kept untouched.

Embraced by the heat and heart,

The boiling fusions of the legato and libido,

Make them two rooms of hormones:

And the body takes the shape and size of the room,

With two windows and a door and no air in it.

The Silence

...and so I fell in love with Silence

Within me and inside too,

The tears they roll down and dry,

In the dark room and bed, I lie,

My heart that’s hurt; and so I cry.

The silence loves me too through my veins,

My spine, my skin, and my soul,

Dominates me desperately,

The sultry solitude of silence.

I love to be sulked by the sip and dip of it:

It empties me and fills in with,

I separated myself from the World of Light and Lust,

The parasite prevails within, amidst and across,

And the silence doped me and ‘my’,

I still lie, and endless cry,

I fall in love to die.

...and you fall and fall and fall on me,
I felt so alone and lonely,
you made me cry and lie alone,
with the tears of my silence moaning anon,
I fall in love with you oh pain,
you make me always mad insane...

It breaks and takes my breath away,

I wade through the sense of silence;

Intoxicated by the doping seeds of my sleep,
Made me lie on my breasts, and fall asleep,
coxing on the shores of my dreams, the heart swam for,
I reposed my brain in the peaceful seep,

To take a sip of silence forever;

The silence that made me silent forever.