அசரீரி | Fatheek | ෆතීක්

frosty dawn wrapped in clouds completes sketching a sparrow on the nape of memory lusted on the deciduous leaves in yellow, it flapped renouncing the colours baby feathers falling around withered filled with an odor of an autumn dream black and white with a shortened hair whispered to ear "a rhythm of played lyre here to be spread all over thee" and widespread wings spontaneously names itself a poem of baby sparrow this time in lack of wandering into the poem, rests in the last line as last word The Me

2014 ©Fatheek Aboobucker Poems of a very solitary adhere like a leech on the Crease of my inner wall painted with blurred darkness in red Entrusting me for writing snow has started falling with its thousand poems, the night lays their eggs of secret words therein ME Scattered as; A cup frozen with tea stains, books read few pages or half, an innocent ballad with the feather that crow dropped, and a heap of dirty clothes, filled with the words of snow. The me In rapture, I play the beloved loudly as perversion of writing down then the latter repentance smeared the fragrance of the gloom all over my body writing is the pleasure of relieving,  music too I must sit yajna for pleading the boon of non-writing are your grays deeded for sitting on my lap with a shortened hair? Have your bareness and bosoms distract penance vanished from you yet yasodhara? * Yasodharā was a wife of Siddhārtha Gautama, later known as Gautama Buddha