Winter
It smelt of new rains and of tenderShoots of plants- and its warmth was the warmth
Of earth groping for roots… even my
Soul, I thought, must send its roots somewhere
And, I loved his body without shame,
On winter evenings as cold winds
Chuckled against the white window-panes.
Krishna
Your body is my prison, Krishna,
I cannot see beyond it.
Your darkness blinds me,Your love words shut out the wise world's din.
[From Only The Soul Knows How To Sing]
I cannot see beyond it.
Your darkness blinds me,Your love words shut out the wise world's din.
[From Only The Soul Knows How To Sing]
Love
Until I found you,
I wrote verse, drew pictures,
And, went out with friends
For walks…
Now that I love you,
Curled like an old mongrel
My life lies, content,
In you….
[From Summer in Calcutta]
I wrote verse, drew pictures,
And, went out with friends
For walks…
Now that I love you,
Curled like an old mongrel
My life lies, content,
In you….
[From Summer in Calcutta]
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