These blue skies are biased to me now...
for I have recited to them ,
my endless agonies,
my desolate times,
they pour when i cry,
they listen to my subdued silences...
and they have written my memoirs,
while I have kissed the whistle of lonely winds..
while I have made love with the midnight waves..
while I have slept off at the bay
and dreamt buried in the white sands,
dreams of a thousands constellations growing in my womb...
I have been a partner in ballet to the love's parody...
I have despised it ,
and then mourned over for a zillion times...
For love's symphony is soothing only when heard
alas ! its wild when sung...
The ineffables of an unleashed soul are risky to case..
They are best left alone,
to the skies