Stars
Tracing the stars on my back,
We lay that night in the lap of the divinely fragrant earth.
Under the canopy of a countless sparkling diamonds
You traced the zigzags of their celestial journeys
On my body of flesh and soil.
The lilting breeze from the west,
Was it a song of the stars?
Whispering secrets in your ears
Leading your fingers to unreached contours.
Did we lie there for an eternity
You, me, stars, wind, earth,
Time itself stood and watched
As you traced stars on my back
Stopping a passing stranger, Time said, "tell me o wise fool, where is the sky?"
Pointing skywards, the stranger started, but could not speak...
"It used to be here O time but now it is gone
The stars are on her back and she is the sky"
They explode in mirth on my ebony skin
Bright, flourscent stars
Shimmering diamonds that speak a thousand words
They come alive when your finger touches my back.
We lay that night in the lap of the divinely fragrant earth.
Under the canopy of a countless sparkling diamonds
You traced the zigzags of their celestial journeys
On my body of flesh and soil.
The lilting breeze from the west,
Was it a song of the stars?
Whispering secrets in your ears
Leading your fingers to unreached contours.
Did we lie there for an eternity
You, me, stars, wind, earth,
Time itself stood and watched
As you traced stars on my back
Stopping a passing stranger, Time said, "tell me o wise fool, where is the sky?"
Pointing skywards, the stranger started, but could not speak...
"It used to be here O time but now it is gone
The stars are on her back and she is the sky"
They explode in mirth on my ebony skin
Bright, flourscent stars
Shimmering diamonds that speak a thousand words
They come alive when your finger touches my back.
My dear bonninindia,
ReplyDeleteWas it you who posted that "anonymous" comment on Shashi's post about the inter-disciplinary approach?
This is a very beautiful poem, which reminds me of Tagore. That is meant to be a high compliment and make you feel wonderful about your poetry.
I also chanced upon the Cloudcutter, a fine polished thinker writer, though a wee too cynical for someone just 35.
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- Joe.