A couch
in some minutes
a ******* it
with a face half dark half flickering bright
and a TV to stare at
a streetlight
with a shiny yellow head
watching the girl through her window
with his soft beams of light
he touches
girl's forehead and one eyebrow
and enjoys it much
then she yawns
a bed
in some minutes
the ******* it
stretching her arm to close the curtain
to darken her room
the streetlight moans
why she never stares at me?

To my first love
The love you left with me
is a Cinderella shoe my dear
I tried it on many girls
No heart could fit it my dear
no one can fulfill your shoe

Come to my poetry sometime
And meet me with your black birds
there I can feed them with my eyes
there they can teach my eyes to fly
come to my nights
and meet me with your black birds
then let them beak my dreams
come to my humble abode sometime
and let your black birds fly in the sky above
and let them mate with my green birds
pray come sometime
and MEET ME with your black birds

To be me is of budding and blossoming
not of stemming and rooting.
Here I am then not to cultivate
but to shoot
Once being taken up
now let me rain

love is not anatomical
it is a soul which cries
frame me
then we love someone

There were words of wishes between us
One made them to forget
One made them to remember
And what that came true
Was my soul
Which became your mate

This is the rendition
of the lightning of your eyes
This thunder of memories
that shouts at the cloud of my eyes
To rain