A Hymn For Enemy

Beloved, when you have let me walk barefoot
In this dew garden of our profound estrangement
Strewn with thorns of abandon
I gather sombre yellow roses,
Quietly place them by your window,
Ache of
Infusions course through your veins
Open your insomniac eyes,
Their fragrance will speak to you, autumn is way afar,
Beyond forests of poplar

Beloved, the colour you smear on my ears
On irretrievable evenings of volcanic bursts
Indelible ink of doomed hate,
I churn them into balm of night
Hang lanterns of forgiveness by each cave
I know, in your ancient well, moonstones
Precipice, green bile turns, clotted for long
Latticed words have singed and burnt
On your pale skin, your scythe of fury longs to be washed
In sacrificial rain of my blood

Beloved, that too I offer,
Earthen tone of my hollow skin, Landscape of summer in
Gait of my bones, Filtering through sieve
Of autumn studded with emeralds
Discover the glint of fire,
Leaves of summer, abandoned baolis Wine cups of jade
Anointing you in crimson verses,
For, the lamp housed in your shipwrecked soul
Is mine too, glowing, strange hymns of this universe