HEARTBEATS

Souls are dead and if you want
to see them in cloud forms
they arrive for no doubt
in different square cartons
where soles are sold on creative
leather fragments for us to think about
love of ages in non violent spin wheels
Along the seasons even I have climbed
cloud hills to reach the only and one
point where cosmos fought on destiny lines
and flowers turned wild like that of my heartbeats
and in one sea shore I found my alien self all alone
as it has lost its way from the main stream land
much before one evening sunset
and from the sunset point to that cloudy hill top
I have seen many million shadows
sliding downwards where the last
breath of my soul disappeared.....