Brothel
It was a street
of ecstasy walked through by me
whispering to
others
the oldest tales of
body and lust
every room of mine
swinging from green
to red as the
confessions
of sperm counts
splashed the
stories
over the murals
in the caves of patriarchs.
a blind old man
with a handicapped
boy
passes along my abandoned
night street with a
bright torch light
whose flames danced
on the wrecked buildings
of shameful, betrayed night parties.
My body was dumped
with the
Dark signs of
kisses and
Footprints of whores
As they crossed the
Church gate of my repentance.
Garden
A wind from
west came and danced
around me
angels of love
playing violin
under the
shade of mango trees!
suddenly a group
of honeybees
started arriving
from the
kingdom of
holy nectar
as bliss.
At the eastern part
of the garden
a fig tree
sheds a single leaf
slowly
on the statue
of Buddha,
Slowly,
Slowly,
Slowly...
Monologue of a tomb
“Rose, oh pure
contradiction, delight
of being no one's sleep under so
many lids.” Epitaph of Rainer Maria Rilke
Monologue of a tomb is nothing but
an echo of the dead who are alive in his dreams that were buried by the bodily
destiny of five elements and its transit into the dust of eternity. It was even
in the form of music and danced with the forms of stars which ran away from
their Milky Way family to the taverns of nomads and acrobats of joy. The pale
eternal skeleton of love and desires glittered from its phosphorous rays to
express the lunar past of flesh, lonely garden of joy and agony.
The monologue goes as: “I am the
eternal love of wine, I am you. Every spring has the seeds of its burning
summer”
