Tuesday, August 16, 2011

I Love Painters of Flowers and Cats


Rain stripped me of my shame

I saw scales of hate washing down

Along my contours till the earth

A slow wetness spread

Like a secret just heard

Flowers bloom in surprise

Like the eyes that wide open

At the first glance of life

I love the painters of cats

Flowers, donkeys and doors

Cats comes silently like history

Flowers appear like goose pimples

That spring up when a pair of wet lips

Touches on the nape of a dream

Donkeys witness things like

Impartial scholars chewing

The eternal cud of ennui

I open this door, go to a garden

Where she has hidden her

Undreamt dreams.

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