Sometimes my eyes
Are the skies
Of the desert
Dry as the lies
That they told us
On the ground
Insects and mole rats
Little lizards that run fast
And you may ask
Where is the metaphor
Well, everything is a
Metaphor for everything else
I feel deserted in this desert of loneliness,
Even though several people surround me,
Just lonely sand anywhere the eye can go.
I was aimless if not for your thought dear,
Your presence in my daily life's beautiful,
Like an oasis which is needed in a desert..
I am valuable for you & similarly you are,
Invaluable for one another we're lifelong,
Igniting warmer the feelings kissing lips...
Parched sun on naked earth,
Memory of water dulled,
Crushed by galloping heat.
The rhythmic wash of waves
alien as contours of verdant dales,
To blades of ancient rock and ruptured land.
Dead to ocean swells and sighing breath.
Life - which longs to root beneath
its blinding horizons,
A touchable divinity,
A scalable infinity,
The clay of which you are comprised
Was gathered in serpent's eyes.
In fightable solitude,
Dancing with dots of blue,
The very thing from which you ran
Protected your feet from the hot sand.
The rolling stone always remains disturb
And does not maintain his status
By leaving selfishness one can emit light as human do
The martyr observed the cruelty of the unwanted persons
And condemns their supremacy
A martyr shows a distinctive confidence
Which is matchless
A time is coming when you will find a deserted way and nothing else
But you’ll be alone without me.