A light burning in my wound 

asks the Sky,

'Are you my face'.

A face burning in my face asks,

whose face  my face has become.

Who is it who looks outside....looks at which universe 

and what is it that he sees

A light, burning within my chest

intense than the sunrise.

Words, my tongue afire.

Words on my tongue are'nt words

but the footsteps of love walking in, walking out

silently than silence.

Speaking -- it becomes a Rose.

It says, 

' Wake up Beloved...

Become empty

Become Space for my fragrance ' .

Is this why my face is not my face,

 a piece of the sky is sticking out .

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