|| sound of the conch ||

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The woman lives

in words-love

The man lives

in the body-love.

The woman lives

in eyes-the night

and the man lives

in night-woman.

The woman lives

in the sound of the

conch shell-

the sounds of faith

the man lives

in the conch-like body

the colours of faith.

|| Touch ||

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love

dissolves

melts like a .

liquid

The soul

immersed in

raag prarthana

Within the closed lids

the God of love

within the folded palms

love

In love without

a signal the body

moves beyond

the body.

The body vanishes

like a line and

all that remains

is the touch of the soul.

|| Within The Self ||

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Within the man

exists a woman

and

within the woman

a man.

The man lives in

his life several women

and the woman lives

the man within her

all her life.

In her feet

the woman walks

soundless

the walk of the man

within her.

The man lives the woman

within him in other women

and the woman lives

the man within her

within herself.

|| In one Another ||

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A part of her body

some feathers are not

part of the bird's flight.

Some parts of the

mountain are left

out of the top

On them the winds

write the pain of

ascent

Co-opting them in

the liquid flow of their waters

rivers carry them along

The mountain tops dissolve

in the river

dyed in the colour of the mountain top

sometimes the river turns

mountain top sometimes

the mountain top

turns river-sandy, silver

and sometimes ochre and earth.

There bodies merged

in one another.