RAIS1

O my unaware one,how can you know?

I, who am imprisoned for many, many
Centuries

At the shoulders of your longings

In the cup of your aspirations

In your imprint,in your name,

All my horoscopes,all my ways,

All these signs of my writ

Stay stopped in your love

Sometimes inside the line of tears,

Sometimes inside the boundaries of stones,

Sometimes in the snare of ill-luck.

Many-a-colour burnt up due to the sun,

Many-a-moon faded down from the branch

Many-a-body burnt slow and melted
In the stay of your loves

In the door-and-roof-top of pain given by you
Somebody is fixed on the cross for a long,
Long time

In the night of your universe
In the evening of your multitude
You cannot know, how can you know?

let me paint you a picture

   darkness cages my thoughts,

    my numb soul is frostbitten,

my veins pulse with the sting of scorpions,

     my distracted eyes cry blood,

   my stiff face is branded by death,

my motionless body is ripened corpse,

      my heart is a broken mirror

  with the reflecting traces of your lies.


My   feeling   in  my  words   ..........