Marriage

Like a distance between a murder and its weapon
We stared at each other; on the road, the two co-passengers we were,-
We exchanged love, kissed, promised to not to leave while living;
We made love under the lunatic nauseating moonlight
Then we decided to kill each other; like death remains with the living
Like the hunter waits for its perfect food-
We never complained, never misjudged, but we had to choose our ways.
We had to move towards our own ways of search…
We had to kill ourselves; like death kills a life!

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A Saga of love

I cant touch your hand now, – a distance separates us
Like an inevitable sea of confusion, silence, rootless kite
And water streaming between the rocks
Come, let us feel each other, – till the fire touches the pinnacle
The stream flows by, the river changes, the bank looks at it
And tells the story of an unknown passerby to the breezes towards
The inevitable confluence!
Only a few birds know
How far is the horizon!