The Wind Poems

I shall keep singing these melodies for you, my love
I know one day you will hear them across the world.
I have never met you but I will know when I see you
there will be a silent moon and the orchard in bloom
you will weep for me and my poems, blue tears of beauty!

Heart, an organ of fire? No, it is full of water
wonderfully cool waters of heaven and you will drink
deeply from the desire filled depths of your dreams
you will take me in your arms and I shall cease to exist.
Until then my love, wherever you are, please be well
for you possess my heart and to you I belong!
And I, in this cave of life, will paint fragrant flowers
upon the red earth that will be kissed by your feet
when you come running to me... because that is how it will be;
the universe shall fling you this way when you and I least expect it
and I promise you that I will wait.. I will wait right here for you!

When You Bent Down To Kiss Me Gently

I turned into a molten statue in the making
deep inside a volcano whose dreams of eruption
consumed the sky, turned the air haughty
as the world stood still and watched breathlessly.
It is a pity that one can not hang on to memories
in a pure, pristine state of mind in entirety.
The neural networks after all, are at their designated job.