It sounds like you
telling me,
that you've been
searching for me
in the sky
among every star
you ever came across.

An oblique path cutting in two a blue hill  
Bathed in a cobalt ocean of morning glories.
On the blue hill there were also a red mill,
Crickets, ants, bees, and many-hued damselflies.

A haven was the fresh upside-down coquille
For long stories untold and movements still
Of difference and dragonflies of fluttering
Over a bluesky ground of mute uttering.

On a dry log pitched not too far from the mill,
Rose an artless sign in the sound unseen of the hill;
Each of whose letters was written in blueberry -
Surely placed there by a traveler in a hurry:
“No matter how often a road is traveled by,
It never tells twice the selfsame story.”

(c) LazharBouazzi, Tunisia

I remember the pain
As the needle
Pierced the vein
And then darkness fell
Taking me into slumber
Of this dreamless spell

Years and years passed, a blink
My hair stayed brown
My cheeks and lips glowed pink
Youthful in form I slept
And as a world decayed
Around my room, weeds crept

A blanket of thorns
Grew around my home
And with a herald of horns
Princes tried and failed
To break through the wall
Every plan was derailed

Until the hundredth day
Of the hundredth night
True love will make way
Through the thorny plight
And loves first kiss
Will bring loves first sight

Until that day, I will be
Sleeping, floating in the void
Of a black soundless sea
Longing for the feel of warm breath
As lips, press onto mine
Releasing me from this living death

Heart:
I have a book of songs,
a collection of antique emotions,
carefully crafted for someone
Like how seedlings germinate
inside the womb of the good green Earth
feeling the warmth of a watchful Sun

Yet I pick up another,
a chronicle sans embellishments,
A tale every bit pure, every bit unspun
A familiar fear grips me -
clouds me, maims me, ****** me
as I open it with glum expectations

But I feel myself break,
to know of my absence from this tome,
with each page I anxiously turn
Did I not deserve
a chapter, a line, atleast a word?
Maybe I will find a footnote - none!

Mind:
Oh my dear heart,
Do not expect in return something better
because you've surrendered to her memories
Equivalence is just, but justice is not a quality

How do you plan to **** the one
whom you've already granted immortality?