When i say black laterite rocks
people say what
When i talk of rock flowers
people gape
but what need of people have I
when i have you
formless faceless
joy
ecstasy
in the pull of strings
in noise in music
in notes
pure joy
the heart underlying my eyes
up there not down hiding
in the cage of my ribs
my heart overflows and
my eyes cry
nay,not cry
for crying is a sad thing
i do not weep ,i do not cry,my eyes just shed
their burden
in the beat of the tabla and
the clever strums of the guitar
the weeping strains of music
the heart wrenching climax
you exist
like camphor in the air
pervading my consciousness
reaching deep down to pluck
the strings in me
In the smell of the burning Plumeria
the coal and the oil
you were always there
even when i was 8
i never realised how firmly i had anchored myself in you
for what does the tree care of the soil
that holds its roots
taken for granted
your love
when i close my eyes and lose myself in you
people call it meditation
people call it hunger
i don call it anything
my union with you
does not need a name
when i fall into the dark green mantle of your lap
its like i never reach
floating..caressed by the air that carries me softly
bearing me to you
i have never experienced more happiness
i have never been more complete
or more incomplete
i wish i could freeze myself
stay in suspended life
with you forever
like a piece of music never ends
always fresh and new
like a first love
stay and be soaked
in your honey like affection
binding and sticky
i wish i didnt have to surface from your ocean
to the world of materialism and wordly practicality
i only wish i did not need oxygen
your love could feed me
nourish me
keep me alive
to experience you again and again