Scattered rain

A drop of rain

Turned me on.

Is somebody coming

To drag me through the

Mystic paths of unknown Love?

What I got from the nail tips of the rain

were some admonishments, and sighs.

Could those rain drops

Rob the lust from my eyes?

Like an organism,

The rain drop beckons me,

But I could never see

The rain at all.

Rain is like idols of shattered life.

Still my mind did not calm down.

On each glass piece of the shattered mind

Seeking the rain, I gaze into the sky and the mind.

I wish my love

Showered down as rain.

The Serpent's journey

Why should we gaze at the lines,

On the hands that reach to hug?

I love the bosom's fineries of love

That comfort me.

The look of the love-showering eyes,

My angst.

The beauty of the eyes that behold,

Another domain

I do not need its perceptions,

Nor its beauty.

Honeys do drip in words:

I do not need that

Words that do slip out of tongue

Do not provide bread

For my ill temper.

I search for love

In all lips.

More than the beauty of lips
Who needs the clinical decorum

of the dentals?

When I look into my soul,

I can see all these,

My belief's my breath.

I cherish the sigh of

The mind that comes searching for me;

Not the beauty of the nose tip.

I do not seek the beauty of

The hands that embrace me.

I remember the rare love and the silent touch of the hands.

I will plant myself in the

Overflowing love of the heart

Rather than in its hardness.

Neither the decor of the feet

Nor its shape

would decide my cousrse.

The trust, on the solid earth

like unending will power

crawls into my thoughts

Like a serpent,

My feet do follow

That serpent's journey

Endlessly