when the love is gone
you grit your teeth
you curse the sky
you fall beneath

when the love is gone
you close your eyes
you tell yourself
no more goodbyes

when the love is gone
you're on your own
you look around
you're all alone

~
he who is a little ahead of his time
whose treasures of the words random
romanticism is in the blood, marrow,
his mood is as the autumn clouds

he who has lost his path within path
drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams  
again holds thousands of lost dreams
fly the colorful kites in the blue sky

he who hide within himself
**** in his naked poetry
In forms humorous,harmonic  
as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night

he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality  
holds everything with the love  
who is for everybody so everybody is for him
But in fact there is nothing in all his

he who is simple straight as the waterfall
when in complex grew hard stone
who broke rules for building rules,
knows himself within the other life

whose words never be end
again he moves on and on
who laughs in the moonlight
again swept in pain without thinking any gain

who looks the life
as a grain of sand
and see the sign of love
in the footprint of a fossil

he who is a poet -
~

it was in the hours
between evening and
the fading warmth
of late afternoon
she could feel the changes
of the season
in the way the rain
fell in short,
whispered breaths
against her window

there are no hands
to hold
the creeping silence
the yellow light
of the lamp
nodding an apology
into the strands
of her hair

when did it change-
the twisting
hurry of the snow?
water is pooling
in the grass and
on the dimpled
sidewalk
bleeding light
like an open sore

He was on toes in his twenties
She was in tunes in her teens
He was alone, she was along
He was curious, she was cordial
She was catering to his senses:
With her ply, play and ploy
Her electrifying looks
Greeted his soul to seek
Tricked and kicked his heart
Her smiles rolled on his lips
Her face fashioned fair n’ familiar
Beauty was her boon, his moon
An intangible asset to cassette
It was one to one homely affair
Win-win scene in solitude
Her free style was explicit -
Board of her body language
Her chromatic costumes,
And cosmetic feel of touch
Enshrined in the tablet of his memory
She sang, danced n’ pounced in passion
Coupled up his thoughts  
For a couple of hours
Her smart artistic calibre,
Teeming teenage tickle,
Shook up and hooked up
His conduct and character
He could see her face to face
In her filmy on-screen display
Of moving movie telecast
He was her fan in disguise
She was his fiancée in guise
As an artist and articulate
Lo! Love is the mother of life

When the time comes to say goodbye
        to the laughs and the love and our half-cocked dreams,
        to the feel of your lips and the played out scenes,
when we're going through the motions and
        we're running out of steam,
please know that I will miss you.

When the sound of your heartbeat is no longer
        the perfect soundtrack to fall asleep to
and I reach for something stronger to dull my senses
        and I long for something to feel real again after all this time,
please know that I will miss you.

When I stop expecting you to touch me
       in a way that doesn't just feel like lust,
       in a way that strikes me with the feeling
of being loved and not just craved
please know I will miss you.

When being your rock becomes the only thing I'm good at,
        the only thing that I feel you need me around for,
and it's the only reason I'm still here at all...
I will miss you.

When my heart can stand to break yours,
when I take my love away,
I will always miss you.