Dear Poet Me

Dear poet, within me

Do not lose tomorrow’s eyes

Don’t churn too much beneath

Your stranger skies,

tides of love and loss

Re-rise to explore

the crystal colored honesty in you

You who was carved out of the sun

made out of the water tipped stones

With slack markings for your

typhlotic guests

Let them come and let them go

Dear poet me, Do not look for beauty

In every chunk of time

linear, like a flat circle

Don’t harvest beauty behemothic

That this world looks grisly

Don’t mine secrets so abstract

That shift as bright as a light-bolt

The crest calls for you

The epilogue remains hidden in your Heart

You have been hiding for long now

In your timid memory of love

The one whom I can only know

In your writing, whose volume is limitless

Ancient with yearning, dear poet

Priest of the ocular Word

Unfolding floating islands of light

Don’t weep with the calligraphy

Of the daunting night.

Welcome the present with a Farewell

A farewell too heavy to catalog

Sip the past for new amazement

That must borne out of other minds

Dear poet me, your heart is the bridge

that links the ever churning heartbeat

of a true lover, like your

Incandescent subtlety of naked whispers

That renew our intricate psyche.

Reviews

[Riddhi]

Great work...
Eager to read your next work....
Keep on writing and thanks for sharing...

[Tomás Ó C..]

We must all write to the writer within sometimes, to stop it being a slave to the muse...