Thursday, April 28, 2016

|| 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.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

|| Touch ||

melts like a .

The soul
immersed in
raag prarthana

Within the closed lids
the God of love
within the folded palms

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.

Friday, April 8, 2016

|| Within The Self ||

Within the man
exists a woman
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
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.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

|| 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

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.