#8feb2016alin
a gypsy of changing face
says:
‘I know
you have been living
in this land
long
very very long
so will you please tell me
how long’
my first time ! I reply
just arrived - few days ago
all details in a flash...
But he ignores
and repeats
the same
Do I not really
understand
as I smile
and thank him politely?
Yes
It all sounds so holy
just like this cow
visiting
each and every
day
while I write
in the same cafe
Really! :) yes
yes
Can you imagine!? :)
She just comes to watch
oh No … not hungry
the owner says
as if everyone
knows but me
I explain
Jokingly
while I secretly wish
wish for what he says:
‘You have the same fire
of an indian woman
in your eyes
a woman that never dies
until she brings healing
Healing
and something more’
… he says
And I babble
babble on
He and I
On a thin line
Playing
A dangling
game of
Oh the silly me’s
questioning
as if s
reasoning
residues of
habits
so Maybe...
I say for the
last time
And forget
Forget
to only live
the thing
with him
unknowing
and I look up
to see
to see
the me
in his
fiery
but he
He is not even
looking
Me is
one point just
beyond a holy
We - union of three
Inversed
to match
to a combined path
of the ever known
which
I used to call unknown
which now makes
me
mute alone
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC