Speaking of Rumors

Don't spread rumors about
cities or rivers

don't tell me that my beloved

walks through my memory

like a city

know that I have walked far

far enough to find Qandahar

right in the middle of my sentences

Don't bring your rain to mine

know that there can be no friendships

among their folk,
they are mere tools
meant only to catch

the skein of sorrows.

don't talk about meaning

unless you have held its hand

and loved someone so deeply

that they forget you
and words gradually gravitate

towards silence

don't speak of love
know that word is out of bounds
like graveyards

where lovers like me have buried their loves

over and over again, till our fingers have grown

roots deep within the soil.

and before you speak of paraphernalia

like pain
let it be the one
that mails letters to you

kneads your bread

sits by your window

and goes with you everywhere

as your shadow.

Reviews

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-- very intense stuff... -- the images are haunting and moving... -- i think sometimes that it's not possible to actually talk about love and pain... -- the subjects are just too profound... -- when we dissect them, we end up mutilating them...