Monday, November 2, 2009

The Kiss












Your kiss
sees
the river of fire.
in a sacred body

Your kiss
Hears
In the depths of navel
The sound of a flowing wave.


Your kiss
tastes
in my blue veins,
moon, stars, suns.

Your kiss
smells
wet fragrance of flowers
smiling
on the body

Your kiss
Is a singing bird
In the sky of my heart.

Your kiss
finds the universe
within
itself.


From ‘Pencil aur doosri nazmein’
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