The End

I never had a vision
never I saw a God,
nor an Angel nor a demon.
Still I played with the wind,
caressed moon,
plucked some stars.
I sensed pigeons’ sorrow
I befriended ants.
I didn’t dream to become a doctor
engineer or a priest.
I wanted to be the graveyard keeper of butterflies.
I only wished to be inside a rain drop.
Sometimes I became mad.
then I rehearsed Moses’ parting of the red sea.
I became Samson and killed thousand philistines with the jawbone of an ass.
God came to me to consult before the creation of Eve.
I saw the ‘Starry Night’ of Vangog.
I was there when Goya painted the ‘Nude Maja’
It was I who poisoned and killed Napoleon Bonaparte.
Everyday I wrote letter to me
though no replay received.
Then madness deserted me.
I fell like Icarus.
Sun melted the wax wings of my madness.
Now I walk hiding my wings.
Now Birds laugh at me
Dogs bark mercilessly.
Sky denies entry.
Sea no more recognises me.
I’m condemned to be I’m.

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Love in the Afternoon

I love you in the afternoon
When the sea forgets its waves
And the light persists without any grudge.
I love you in the afternoon
When the birds stop humming their ancient songs
And the landscapes sway in desolation.
I love you in the afternoon
When the mountains become vague
And the trees stop walking.
I love you in the afternoon
When the postman returns with undelivered letters
And the falcons collect their lost feathers.
I love you in the afternoon
When the lazy sky stoops over with torn clouds
and you walk thinking of me.
I love you in the afternoon
When the desert gleams with your smile
And my heart sinks in your blue blood.
I love you in the afternoon
When the death yawns in the yard
and I beg you
“never let me go”