Thursday, 13 July 2017

Drapes of Love

 Draping around my waist,
 Your hands straighten up,
                                                              The pleats of my saree

                                                         Around you move in my gaze,
                                                     Fingers play like on strings of a guitar,
                                                      Leaving me slowly in bewilderment...

                                                               Your favourite colour,
                                                                 You did never tell,
                                                  But you eye for that special one always.

                                                         Finally you touch my shoulder,
                                                            Leaving the end at its place.

                                                           It sways away in the breeze,
                                                                 Falling off in grace.

                                                           You eye for another chance,
                                                              To touch the ends again.

                                                     To place it again over my shoulder,
                                                               Holding it around me.

                                                                 Awestruck...I am
                                                                   In your gaze.

                                                                 Draped in Love
                                                       Touched by the meeting gaze.

Tuesday, 11 July 2017

Does SOUL have a Gender?

Does soul have a gender?
It is the body that takes over...
In each birth
An envelope of visual difference
Eyes see
Skin feels
But what is same?
The deep seas
Holding nothing...
To something...
To everything
Beyond sense of understanding.
If this envelope burns...
How will you see me?
Have you thought ever...
The beautiful or ugly?
It doesn’t matter then.
The usual 
And the extraordinary
Is all same
To the abyss,
Where darkness and light
Melt in the profound.
To sink, to drench
To become free
Of what holds everything
In place, sabotaged...
Does soul have a gender?
To love you as a woman?
Or to love you as a man?
But to love, is it necessary?
For me to be opposite of YOU?
To complete the half that’s not You,
Or to be like You
To repel the love attraction.