Monday, September 12, 2005

swimming with a concept: 'consider this' keeps tugging a familiar chord i cannot hear just yet. first go at an ear.

jaan-e-jehan, each darkness
of the deserts that enfold me
twine in figures of your voice. the
corridors of my heart whistle with
the isolate wind of winter that
screams and
cries, wailing its hunger into the secret
moonlight. jaan-
e-jehan all the summer recedes like
one burnt, gathering to itself its flowers
and song when your song fades

Mina at 7:19 PM