premji premji - (048) Love

My tent,
she stood like
a mountain peak:
an embodiment of
human pride!
Poor sandstorms
hated her always
as they couldn't hurt!
Axis of earth was her
central pillar!
Lovely clouds-
multi-coloured -
were tarpaulins!
While dwelling
peacefully there,
my eyes picked up
the weariness in your eyes...
You: a lone camel,
scorched by out broken
sandstorms...
The agony in you eyes:
an auger worm which
pierced my heart,
bruised my soul!
As I had fallen for
your outpourings,
first your silent head
entered in.
Then the same Arab's tale!
My turban flew in tempest,
sand on eyes, ears and lungs...
Hot touch of molten sand blisters!
When carried away in a heat wave,
just one moment our eyes met!
O It was you: an intruder
I never expected,
a tenant never intend to vacate!
Now I wander like a gypsy,
don't know how to
squander life or end it!
Pity!

07.07.98

premji premji

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