OUR LOVE
-
Anuradha
Bhattacharyya (India)
At the beginning it was
The tickle of a mosquito bite
On a cool summer evening
When the rest of the world was dozing off
While you and I were
Exploring our possibilities.
At first it was a watch
On the shores of my blanched froth
In the current of a wave
Of the hand that kept distance
Between two magnetic fields
Knowing our limits.
Then flew the sparks
Bursting into light
The scattered straw kept aside
For a future date
Awaiting the slow cadence
Becoming a storm.
The night lost its calm
Closing my eyes to danger
Pretending in the face
Of it – an escapade of pure
Translucent vibrant joy
Imitating our spirits.
A storm that it was
It lasted for a moment
Having fallen out of sleep
Under the spell of a conjurer
Trying to sustain the trick
Nullifying destiny.
Finally it rained
Drenching the eternal thirst
Of travelers in the cosmos
Looking for repose
In far off lands beyond our
Human comprehension.
I stood watching
The remnants of the storm
As if calculating the strength
Of destiny against my meek powers
Finding the latter
Incorrigibly inadequate.
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