Venomous Stings
And when the scar is a distant memory
I crawl back to your bed
And when the scar is a distant memory
I crawl back to your bed
its serrated dark brown- faithfully
serving as a wall to the tired travellers.
When you feel me the way I’m ,
You’ll find a dark blank passage, you’ve to find my love beneath the drenched wings of the bird that lost its nest!
That’s the right way you’ll find my love for you,untouched, preserved!!
The scent of flowers from all around
Touched my soul to set it free.
The madness yonder spread afar
Till they meet the bending sky-
The hanging firmament looks at me
Like a just- wed bride, quite and shy.
Meditatively on the tautness
Of the mounds, circling them
Till they unfailingly awaken
To the whispering touch
And in the middle of an