The reptiles of urges
come out into the open
in the dark deep nights
that serve
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Still you did not halt,
There at the gate
...
Your cold kisses
on my lips of desire
red with expectations
that are bathed
...
And still
It was not all over,
...
A skylark mourns
Quite a furlong away
...
Your black flames
Like the venom of
...
Poems,
like dishonest servants
...
I seek you
Here, there, everywhere...
When the tired soul needs
A sniff of fresh air
...
Your smile in the dark
Sad, evil, yet nostalgic
...
Your memories
Turned into heaps-
...
That day,
My dear lovely moon
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The Moon in the desert
Is like a spot of vermilion on
A widow's forehead.
None to stare at it,
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The fading desert moon shines
Like a-spot-of vermilion on a widow's forehead,
...
You stabbed me
From behind
...
As she is a widow,
She is the deserted moon,
She is like the setting Sun
In the afternoon..
...
The moon sets
behind the roof-top
in the far western sky
beneath the dark veils
...
Love means
A shy moon, hiding
Behind the dark veils
...
An affair of the millennium
Romance of the divine at its zenith
...
So many years of solitude
Songs of painful centuries of merciless killings.
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The Moon has turned red
Under the furnance of bloodshed of millenia
...
The first fluid of life
Blood flows with life in every cell.
...
Let the moon turn red
Like my unspelt words of sobbing heart.
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My God dies every moment
And is born again, the moment next.
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My heart misses a beat
As you drench my tears of separation
...
God of all the worlds
Ever since the heart conquered the mind
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A night dusks with anger
Ever since thirst for blood was born.
...
Space and time go along
Angels of heaven seek a moment's refuge
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