"let's make love..."
somebody whispered in the darkness of the lonely room. I
searched for the voice--and saw---the newly bought white
copy smiling mischievously at me. Her leaves--trembling like
the hair of the wind-threatened maiden. I went to her. I
smelt the wild Hashnuhana off her skin, trying to numb my
senses like opium. Her moist lips --inviting me as the soil
invites the falling raindrops---I felt like going to die--I
felt like going to fall---the doors of hell calling me--I
was feeling defeated---
Suddenly I heard another call---"poet, make a bridge,
I was stunned! Who is it now?
I found the black pain trembling like the Nimbus--full of
moisture---I felt---my role!
I became a mason! I made the bridge! I made it to quench the
thirst of the love- laden souls and bodies--eagerly waiting
to meet and die!
I took the pain and allowed it to kiss the page.... While
they both moan---I just closed my moist eyes and smiled. I
felt the finishing point was not in distance....
My waiting began.......