To An Unknown Girl

I

Clouds were melting fast
and then dropped lazily
on a thirsty morning earth.
Delicate sound of the first rain
was harbinger of her arrival.

II

She had bright and wide mouth,
pink and full lips.
She smiled with her eyes,
as if happiness was that easy-
smoking weed on a chilly night.
Perhaps it was,
because I am still in a trance.

III

Every beat of music-

high note of joy and low melancholy!

I climbed a mountain and 

ran to see her festive valley.

Her home was my impatient desire.

Time disappeared, 

melody of memories lingered.

Hide And Seek

We are playing a game-
hide and seek of love.
              you hide but,
              your eyes seldom lie.
              I hide but,
              I am always nigh.
When the game ends-
              you seek
              for feelings true.
              I seek
              just for you.

Leaving

raptured sky
breezy rain
sleepless nights
bared soul
morning Daisies
nonsense laughs
pot parties
pregnant silence
naked showers
satin bosoms
scarlet kisses
moonlit sex
bathroom tears
butterfly love
two years
I'm leaving
beloved anna

Night/Day

My Russian friend and I wrote this poem.

Night
Tonight, I will shower a few stars upon you.
Their gentle, calm light will illuminate
the darkest hours of our lives.
You can count them lying on October grass,
and know that I am one of the stars
burning bright in your life.

Day
When the sun roars on the earth's edge,
my desire will paint all the hues on you.
When tired sky weeps on the mountains,
my dreams will kiss your eyes aloud.
When muddy clouds veil our temptations,
flames and flowers will lay by your heart.

Saturday Morning

Before the sun shines on my eyes
perfumed thrill of my lover unveils me.
Desire, like a flash flood of crimson light
sweeps away our demons on a Friday night.
And noise of our lust is lost in the
thunderstorm of August darkness.
Now, we are recovering passionate bodies
on the edge of a Saturday morning.

Eternal Echo

Faded charm and wearied vitality,

as the random moments trick.

Dull noise of morning birds,

and frozen stars in the evening sky.

Everything is like inert passion and loud silence.

Ah! Lofty laughter of loneliness.

Then, you arrive on a beautiful day.

Extraordinary morning and lazy wind on my face.

Budding spring of multitudes, xanadu at sight!

Cry of joy in sunflower harvest and then rain.

I feel like a child, hopping on naive imagery.

Thrill of an infinite dream and love.

Dream

Blue is the color of the sky.
Or, our prejudice for monotony?
Dare to dream-
crimson and fertile mud; day and night.

She is dancing in the rain.
Or, crying at her last Spring festival?
Dare to dream-
her moist eyes hardly hide the impending winter.

Faraway are snow capped mountain tops.
Or, our empty perception and conformity?
Dare to dream-
crystallized labor and tears of the heaven.

Gandhi was the beacon of non-violence.
Or, our hundred years of decadence?
Dare to dream-
wave of millions can sweep away tyranny.

She is painting a castle at the morning burst.
Or, challenges ordinary images of our memory?
Dare to dream-
her euphoria, pain and love on canvas.
Imagine-