From imploding sky
to the upturned stone
from bare earth
to the bleached bone

I sought the traces of eternity…

but the ubiquity
of sin
time’s passion and
destiny’s grin

turned tear to pebble
blood to seeping gold

prodigal son
to a timeless rebel
and I drift
from ancestral betrayal
to the alchemist’s mold

like chaff in the wind
and pestle’s pulverized ash

I – the ultimate seed
etched in the mirror of sun
abreast the sodden soil

I – the zygote of eons
swallowed by the dust of yore
have surfaced here
amidst your ripening flesh
by the heaving sea

and now
as conspiracy
against primordial plot

we traverse the heathen land
from Mongolian plain
to antediluvian rain

from Persian dust
to gomorrah’s lust

from neolithic grain
to the paramount pain

from the fertile valley
of the nile
to the petrified sands
and the barren soil

amidst memory of greed
and testimonies of dire calamities
and spiritual need
we – aghast
in nocturnal gloom
against all odds
and the verdict of doom

run – like tempests
whispers of a sage
last tremors of the ageless wind
from the licking fires
and volcanic spasm
deep down
into abyss
of corporeal chasm!

a vestige – a hisssssss…
of love’s obstinate embrace
the lovers’ timeless kisssssss…

The Field

AI look at the field
sodden with sorrow…

its centennial grief
millennial disbelief

I stare – agape

at silhouettes that trod
the sacred land

lost in presence
blind to bygone tears

unable to mend
the flesh
torn by loathing

maimed by words
scavenged by claw and beak
scarred by sabers and swords
of the predatory flock

manna of yore
for the rabid beast

as memories pierce
the sun drenched sky

where you and I
still walk the epochal slumber
vanity’s prey
martyrs of treason

oblivious of time
and quantums beyond reason

we – lie here
caressed by awn and breeze
embraced by weed and wheat

staring
as blackbirds etch history

upon the brass and bronze of zenith

as we fade
timeless slivers of time
at midnight
into fathomless ingots
of celestial silver

Sara

Wherefrom cometh
The grapevine
The clusters and pearls
This divine fruit
The rubicund tear of ruby and
Sundrenched topaz
Vintage harvest
Squeezed out of cosmos
Whence the whisper of universe
The song of life
Wherefrom the olive branch
The succulent fig of yore?
I stare I see – agape
across this ethereal shore
Sun soaked horizons
and lingering rays of
Primeval dawn…
and hear the galactic canticle
resound and rejoice
as this remotest star of stars
finds its nest
right here
on this sacred parchment of Earth
Within the pulsating heart
of my newborn!

Korab

Beneath the peaks of Korab and Shar, descendants
of glacial antiquity wade out of craggy bedrock…the
lapidary hibernal den, toward the embracing valley
below, into the fertile furrow of budding grain and thirsty
palms of children of the scattered hamlets lost in time…
The millennial streams that quenched many a thirst borne
of drudgery and yore, still resound with the same chords
savoured by ancestral spirits of falcon and cloud…
The eternal snowcaps still jealously hide the lavish crests
never seen by man or time and conspire against the urban
agony he had left behind.
What is it?!…what mystic call of bygone centuries have
come to whisper in his ear the solitary call of the native
winds? This he may never know…but he had to follow his
one and only instinct…
The swaying hush of a distant cradle, among the hills
and crows, amidst the scents of scorched hay and
swelling walnuts in the august shade…deep in the mist of
motherly caress and fading memory.
Sky only knows…how he stumbled into the dark lair
of neon, seedy dens, kitsch and slime…how he had
sunk into that lapse of existence…through the crack of
distant hearth, into the limbo of a time warp…infested by
screeching noises and swarms of locust crowds.
Mother Earth only knows how he crawled back to this
mountain spring of springs…how he came about this
desolate plateau, to lie among the moss and weed –
gulping, gluttonous, the chilled drops of cavernous water
– as if they were the very nectar of forgotten gods, the
very milk of Venus.