Like an arid desert of Sahara,
My lungs of soul
were suffocating,
For whiffs of love,
For moist caresses of
grace woven gloves.
I cried to heaven
hanging dispassionately
atop the worlds seven,
Lord! Why I have to rove
in a Sisyphean search of
peace tinged love,
And suddenly gracious heaven opened up
and swept me out off my feet,
for a ride smooth and tough.
Lo! I am in arms of storm
nay, in a hearth of that love built dorm.
It’s roller coaster rides of emotions
ferries me in blissful circular motions.
It’s wetness of love caresses my heart,
It’s coolness of care soothes my parts.
My nerves are tormented,
My heart is comforted.
Aureate bliss has enveloped me,
Rosette love has possessed me,
Nay! It has even infiltrated me.
My soul is at complete mercy of it.
This ride can break me
or make me as it please.
But who cares
AS I AM IN EYE OF STORM.
ANJALI SINHA
28-11-2008
ANJALI SINHA
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