Poems

Sunday, April 19, 2009

eyes (three)


i can see
my warm breath
within your eyes and you can just feel it
that i am breathing
through your eyes.



let it stretch upward
to reach upon
the peak of sky
and
believe me
that eyes have
no horizons
to divide
the ground and height.



whenever
darkness stresses over me
you do
come to me
so that
in your eyes
i would revive my life

and compose
my death.

1 comment:

  1. timro ankhama basera dekhchu ma
    mero anuhar
    jaha
    timra aulaharule lekheko chha
    mero ankhalai

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