IN ZERO STATE:WITH AND WITHOUT YOU

From the dawn,
When the birds fill the stretch of the upper world
With their chirruping,
Till the exhausted eyes overcast with sleep, drop dead
on their own,
You overhang the zenith
And become the sunlight,
Or become the dull afternoon tinged with sadness.

When the horizon is putting on her vermilion dot,
And the whole western sky is breaking into a pale blushing,
A mystique query forms in the back of the mind,
And the heart aches with a soft thumping,
The evenings and nights’ errands pick up themselves
And end, on your imaginary trail.

The body,
Finds its loneliness under the sheet of darkness,
And touches the skin,
The absence and the emptiness trickle down
with your hands of shimmering desire,
and your condensed, sheltering ,love.

In the dead quiet of the night,
And turn into beautiful springs
Flowing zigzag, and softly wild,
Under the eyes, and the abysses of the ephemeral self,
And a throbbing reaches the soul
Turning itself into a never dying yearn
That keeps returning.

One more day dies.
With you.
Without you.