Aphorism of healing of Love
Stumbling substance of sun in the streets of azure
devouring the slumber of angry night
and feathers the twilight of feelings pure
strolling over the somnolent place of skull in sight,
paints the silver thoughts with hues of silhouette
yearning for my greystone to forest the rain of love.
Bitten feathers of thoughtful wind
dusting name of the engraved memories;
Tears gradually bites the strands of leafs
unspokenly knitting the cracks
where from my bead of dust breathes.
Lightning of discharged emotions
stripped the whispers of grey bed,
lights the epitaph of the fire gone
awaited long for my poetess to thread
every stranded bead of my greystone;
Tear fall knits all of my dust with one knot
heals the verse of the love, long lost.
As she marries with my crumbled beads
epitaph becomes poem on every stitch,
My sky healed again
with the rainfall kiss of her oceanic love..