Saturday, November 13, 2010

near you, on tiptoes

You have stayed like a stone;
Though you have kept within me the liquid desire...
And I pluck blooms out of  the void,
And sacrifice my best, prized flower
On the bed of consummation,
Ignite the core of my heart with the help of the distant star-
Filling my folded palms with several other arrangements-
Wishing every time to inch towards you,
Near you...

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