25.6.12

Momentum

Lust beneath sheets
woven clouds touched by fingers
(those fingers vested with gold).
The sun as witness
of hands vividly looking for waterfalls
(as waterfalls throw in golden waters).
And yet, time vanishes
but thirsty days are a timeframe of tomorrows
            (as tomorrows grow out from golden fingers).

19.6.12

Duly perfunctory


The moonrise breathes a new skin.
That shaded light throws butterflies
into candid eyes.
Time is bound in inertia.
Time does not matter.