I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

I watch her shrivel
In her shell,
Everytime the sun shines:
Perhaps the darkness hides her wounds,
And the battle she fights with time.

I watch her shed
Her wings,
Quite often, while looking upon the sky:
Perhaps she wonders what lies above,
Where even the stars happen to die.

I watch her tie
Her dreams,
Like they are supposed to be,
Perhaps she enjoys the absence of joy,
.... Or the pleasure of making it last.

Flows like the waves within;
Stirs like a storm,
Gathers like the raindrops,
And often drowns the forlorn.

A gentle breeze;
A warm sunshine;
A drop of rain;
A wave of joy;
A shine of star;
A friend's shoulder;
A soft whisper;
A glimmering moon;
A lover's kiss;

.. an eternal dream!

She's there
Smiling at me
From across
the bridge of acceptance;

Hiding
Behind the veil of shame;

Subdued
By the burden of uncertainty;

Yet her eyes shimmering
Under the glow
Of her pristine dreams.
She's there.
Still there.

A flower
Once bloomed
In the desert
of a heart:
Beautiful;
Brave;
And engulfed
In the fragrance of sincerity.

How mere the sight of it
Rendered the dreary eyes
A heap of serenity
As the sorrow vanquished
In the spell of its beauty.

A gentle breeze
Would make it sway
Leaving the spectator
Mesmerized
As it danced to the tune of wind;
Lost in its movements of frivolity.

Its vibrant exuberance
Would fill the space
Wherein a mind lay
Drowned
in its adorned tranquility
Devouring
the peace
... of divinity.

That flower
Once bloomed.

In the desert
Of my heart.

Somewhere in the vanity of hope,
Lie buried the ashes of dreams..
And, it is in its sphere,
A castle of life is built.