VISION
She was silence,
Written onto the rustic bed of earth with music.
Her breast was a marooned mystery,
And her curly locks,
Were weaving the dark infinite.
When the earth was moving towards
The sun’s raw dance of energy..
Her eyes encompassed euphoria,
Her bilabials were undiscovered notes
Engraved on seals of immemorial humanity.
Yet, I felt I understood her!
I claimed I knew her!
She unfolded her flared rainbow skirt
Beside the old canopy-
As if to acknowledge even she knew me!
Her fingers holding the skirt were
Reeds growing by every swap;
Her arms encompassed a strange odour,
Of the musk hanging from a fresh bower.
Then she stepped forward to reach
The anchored boat by the bank.
Boarded it, cut the anchoring thread
And flanked ahead…
No one rowed, yet it sailed.
Her skirt spread on the water behind.
As the boat propelled forward further
The surfs added to her skirt’s flare,
The farther she was, she seemed mightier..
Yet as she continued ahead,
I looked behind a while.
She too must have sensed something for
She stared at me,
With a spray of dew and infancy,
Her iris wrote in my mind uncanny
Foams of sprinkled breeze rained as spree….
As, she looked like life and smiled at me.
Alas! I could not smile back!
