It is in the fold of my hand,
I see the world shrink to dust.
The strains on the cold flesh of my palms
pulverises breaths to fumes,
clouds torn apart to foster rain of insanity.
The seeds that
wrapped up the sunlight,
moulds me into earthen pots carrying
memories dried up in the sun.
The mosit air garnishes my neck,
beading pearls of sweat.
The tales I weave out of lifeless nights
surrenders the land to darkness,
sickening and maddening the souls.
I see the land crumble to ash.
In the blink of your eyes,I see
a part of me manifest and stolen forever.
My heart with its apprehensions
sleeps with a million dreams awake;
the stories your eyes hold for me
consummates the orphaned clouds that
loiter in the sky, heralding
the onset of a spring anew .
In our unison, the withered leaves
usher a new lease of life.
In the clamour of your heart, I wake from
my slumber, envisioning
the fruits of passion which our eyes
behold in communion.