Through the uneven emptiness
Of these dancing leaves of
Our favorite Kadamba tree,
rain out into me
as cloud soaked
Why do you love me?
‘Why do you love me?’ he asked her.
‘ Because, you know how to love, what is love, and value love,
you need nothing other than love,
You dive into my eyes and breathe freely in my heart,
You spill your soul into mine and I become you,
I always feel how precious I am and I preserve myself for you,
I always feel there is more love inside me for you,
you are that dew, where my sun becomes rainbow
you are that mist, where my tears grow feathers
you are that valley, where my fragrance solidifies into fruits.
I know you are the lonely moon and I am the only wolf,
and I know my howl will echo endlessly in your eternal moonlight.’, she replied.
Your Tender Lap:
I was a nomad wandering
In the streets of love
Seeking a humble abode.
I delved the deserts,
Climbed the mountains,
Hunted the pearls
And slept fainted
On the river bank.
When woke up
The river was no more
But I found myself
Floating on your tender lap.
While rolling down
Teardrop just halted
On the lips to give last kiss,
But lips were busy
Holding the breath.
Your words shall have no strings attached.
They shall be hung aloft from the heart
And to be wafted out from the soul.
No bonding No Jealousy No preference
Shall hold them back from flowing.
Your body and soul may not be yours
But for sure your words are.