UNKNOWINGLY YOURS

               

         

I just dozed off; just dozed off in

The chillness of the rain that came after

When the moon slept after the witching hour.

Remaining in the  the back stage  we were

Adorning our costumes for the play.

And when you came and softly touched my cheek

With the feather of your tender fingers

I was ovewrwhelmed with an unknown

Ecstasy with that caress,  passed

through your lightning fingers into me.

What made you to awken me while I was sleeping?

What prompted you to clasp me close to your chest;

As though you needed to give me something?

To embrace me or kiss me squeezing me into you?

Or was it just to snuggle  me into you with your love?

I have closed into you so much in this birth.

I have deliquesced into you and unisoned.

All unknowingly as my passion was so intense.

It never let me know how it happened.

I CAN...

                            

I can hear the painful groans

Even while I am laughing loudly, in regalement.

I can savour the fragrance, emanating from

An unfurled flower, while it is withering.

I can perceive the semblance of love

Floating above the placid lake in the chasm

Of your dreaming eyes, flickering in my presence;

Even when there is no light.

I can hear in my slumbers, those prayers

Softening and smoothening the megalith obelisks.

I can sit on the throes of lofty waves of anguish

In the ocean, while I fly over them alone.

The filtered vital breath of my life, while it

Enters the caves of my nostrils, I join the

Chorus of melodies of love, that of the Universe,

And sing with all the created beings

In symphony of unique harmony.

FLUTTERING WINGS....

                                 

This is a woman…. And her life!

Like a migratory bird devoid of

The nest of its own to roost every night,

In the company of its mate, in bliss.

Wandering through far distant and strange lands;

Searching for food and a shore for shelter

Across the sea in the trail of those

Who flew that way before her…

Leaving behind the nest that heard her first cry

For the nectar of life, from mother’s breast;

Renouncing the comforting consolations of loved ones

And their affectionate caresses and safety,

Flying away into the boundless horizon.

A migratory bird!

Strange faces, when spotting an unseen land all around,

Bizarre habits of the people and the curious life style;

Life forgetting the dreams, forgotten to see and at last,

Like the wilting flowers of the evening

Ending like the shadows that fade away;

Again revamping a lust for flying again,

Into the plethoric magnitude of the sky,

Leaving behind, a faint flutter of the striving wings.