The sky is concealed
and I love black.
I hear the taps of raindrops
drizzling down from yesters…
The gentle breeze that touches
the tiny smooth hairs in my face
airs the breaths from a far off land.
It takes my dreams
to the zenith of its absence.
The rain waits…
All alone I stand in the open terrace.
My loneliness beside me undisturbed.
The night gets lit up by a sweet moon.
The light cracks in between the blanket
as two eyes in a dark face.
There…those flowers…those white jasmines,
will spread their fragrance
in an unknown hour of this night…
I wont wake up then
but it will come to me
as the smell of my dream dear.
My eyes move up, as my hairs wave up,
With every dream i hug myself tighter
with my arms enclosing a passion alien.
The rare milky path lifts up my face
and the twinkles blink playfully.
The breeze is romantic still
patting my face, going backwards…
And the rain waits.
My long skirt flows and ripples,
parallel to my untied hair…
The breeze passes me
with exciting flaps.
It whispers love into my ears.
My desire moves forward…
I shrug.
Music is heard with divine notes.
I dance in my eyes, with my loneliness,
my dreams and desire…
Some losses get restored,
some losses peak up…
Some reminders put aside,
some memories recollected…
The rain showers down
with heavy drops numerous
each with variants of a fantasy,
making me dance,
making me sing,
making me insane,
with visions of a mirage.
Did the rain wait
or did I wait for it?
The sky gets concealed.
And I love black.