Abloom at the heart of her cosmic size
is a grey canopy,the shadow of which
drizzles along her little firm hands
I have often glowed like a tumor
inside a neon bulb
the cusp of whose light is
where we kissed and disappeared
like the first sign of disillusion
A scarlet ribbon pillaged
for an aeon across the oceans
to pay the price for separated existences,
is only just as warm as the one around her belly
I calm myself,for its the jinx of not falling in love
hanging on to a shredder of dispositions
I could lose myself,trying to steal
the seeds of her yield
from the village she built
the first waters where to arrive,
kissed her feet
But she finds me..each time
absolutely loved the sentences" I calm myself,for its the jinx of not falling in love
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seperated existences...like two parallel train tracks Manik? they never meet...
ReplyDeletebut i sense too much self restraint...*snip snip* "the jinx of ..."
Quoting ur fav author "what matters most is how well you walk through the fire"
let go...walk thru ur personal fire...some dame( or lad...i dont judge) will surely be waiting for u...at the other end of the line
xoxo Feel better
~Aindrila
of course,the above was based on mere conjecture...that u write from personal experience...
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~Aindrila
Of course, that is the way it goes. We seek to win the heart of another, and in so doing give our own. We must. I'm just now wondering if it's an exchange, or a union?
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ReplyDeleteThank you...Its pleasant change ...isn't it
Aindrila,
Nice to have you back..and yes this is from personal experiences...feeling better is the flight of a bottom les paper cup...hope you have been good...
Annie,
ReplyDeleteThat is a great question...We can only so much as ask ....and then spend a lifetime looking for the answer..