Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 1, 2019

WEAVE MY HEART’S HUT~by Bipul Kalita



Bleeds my heavy heart
rooted deeply in vague desires
dropping dried up sighs 
like stormy showers
on the foggy green earth.
You hang in your dreams
eyeing me
carefully to see
if the ego in me is out of sight
if I’m in prayer
for comfort with heavenly bliss.
You’re insiders
with outside flight
to infinite
to mystic world
dear weaver birds,
while my insight
prompts outside decorations
to stoop politely
to you
asking to weave
my heart’s comfortable tiny hut.
Ours is a complex zone,
winds shake love
that melts in one’s eyes
caught abruptly out of impulse.
I want
your patient look
your sight’s crook
that plants bonds of love
in simply fertile hearts
knotting innocently
mystic fantasy and reality.
Weave my heart’s hut
allowing it
to dance in mild breeze
to trace bellow
my shadow’s lifeless motion
that reflect my earthly mission.
Copyright@Bipul Ch. Kalita 01/03/2017

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