Saturday, March 23, 2013

New series of i-poems


The Geometry of Loneliness


Image courtesy: Google
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When your reminiscence arrived at me,
Like the fire on the bushes,
Like the cloud of protection,
Like the wall inside the sea,
Like the word on baked clay,
I melted and waited;

As the shadow of a bird,
In the heart of the altitude,
Moving, but static- still;

For the obtuse angle to be acute angle,
To move closer in degrees,
To your flesh and blood,
And embrace the Resurrection-
Of your closeness again.  

[To be continued]
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