The Journey to Her

It is in my
verses that
you grew out your hair
sprouted breasts
and vagina

It is in my dreams
that I first
drew you a bindi,
adorned you with bangles
and lined your eyes with kohl.

he stirred.
Untied her hair.
Undressed.
Stood in front of the mirror
tucking her penis tight beneath her.
Closed her legs.
Drew her arms across her breasts.
And blushing,
lowered her eyes.

Rain-kissed

I want to tremble
when the rain drenched
earth kisses my feet.
Under the vast
canopy of dark clouds,
we must find ourselves a bough.

When the chill descends,
We must bask in the shared
warmth of our bodies
moving against each other.
We must meld
in to the cold,
cold air.
Kiss.

I want to
hold your hands and
reach the summit
of the mountain
where the rains lie strewn.

The Wait

Does he know I wait for him…
in dark lanes among
shadows where we once loved..
under the shade of the hill
where we reveled in the rains
together.

I wait
romancing the rains
cajoling the dark.
I wait
with a teardrop,
a clutch of poems
and a thousand memories.
My eyes seek your arrival.
I wait.

From Parayan Maranna Kathakal

The embers that glow in our eyes
The dreams that glint within us.

Do not find a home anywhere.
We have no nests on branches.
Poachers aim their guns at us
they pluck our feathers.

The embers that glow in our eyes
The dreams that glint within us.

Our throats are parched
Seeking, pleading for water

The embers that glow in our eyes
The dreams that glint within us.

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