Shaleen Rakesh

There are two things  I forgot to tell you the first had to do  with the biting chill of winter and the second with the way the colours run in spring I forgot to tell you because I only knew you in the summer and the fall the time of long days and pretty sunsets.

The fruit is ripe dust collects on the leaves like sweat  upon the squalid summer stream where the tree  stands, shade has fallen on the road the light is clear  and distant the last anguish comes when the birds flee.

The night of parting, now rests on your silent lips the tedious love we indulged under a treacherous moon when a dark and heavy, thunder scattered brush on the road.

Medium : Paper on Ultrabook

Under hurried footfalls a limpid road  runs metallic blue, and comes upon a large temple the sound of bells and chanting  fill the summer evening, where  softly rest  blades of grass.

I stand exposed in your dying waves, you smile  endearingly  I can only hold my breath and taste your sweetness Evening you consume me with the vanishing sun in a last burst of shade.

Hiding beneath the earth morning reclaims itself  in a golden blaze the orange of summer inflames the branches start crackling across the neighbourhood the dogs start to bark, day has broken  between sleep and vigil dream was like a cloud

The evening is dry its heating like a stone, I see a solitary person, parched bent like a crumpled leaf time flows endlessly here this night flows through him like a rustle.

I don't feel like picking a fight with this night  my body Is gross tired of carrying this day I would like to be  Alone like a thing I forgot  to pick up Alone I feel nothing but bliss Alone with small wisps of dust  and heat rising from the earth. 

A ruthless and windless, summer The summer Thirsty too, summer The summer The sun brought a friend, summer  The summer When the trees pray for rain, summer The summer Even the earth gets tired, summer The summer.

Dream from  down under and dream from the edge dream of a love no soul could allege see the light appear slowly fill up  your eyes, and  suddenly you catch, new wind on the rise  come towards me now come to see me my lover this dream for a dream for the moment  forever.

In the middle of the night  I wonder how you and I met did we wander, like sleepwalkers do you remember  was it night or day? we drifted inside  echoes, and you emerged again  inside me I listened to myself  as you rose, awake from a sleep, that foresaw us.  

I cannot find myself nested anywhere to call my home at every  turn I find myself flying wherever I grow tiny roots is home sooner or later I always fly  for another.

At noon on a summer day  from the heavens above through the centre of dense  heat waves  descended a little boy flying towards the shadow  of ripe mango trees and giant camels  he wandered over barren earth and strange giraffes he flew off then  towards the angry ocean his face soaked with rain against the winds Illuminated by fire he had now mastered the circle of life.

At the start  everything appeared all full of promise and although it was never quite simple the struggle of every day taught us that  in binding  or measuring  or lasting is a setting free that the days are  nothing but drifting smoke.

There is nothing more easy than the calm road  where flowers don't bud  or spring  or autumn where no one ever hurts  or cries or yells  where joy never  alternates with sorrow  the more you travel the more seeds open of love opposed to nothingness nothing is brighter than the road or newer or fresher where space is never degraded by light  or dark  or other time.

For centuries you have searched for love you are reborn  to give it  another life another name shining souls shining bodies is it in love you always shine? we dream and we shout we sow you like seed and witness a miracle as you spring forth like hope, flower, song like a garden  in my veins