Those Jutting Lips of the Speaking Sky..
Sitting behind those eyes was that girl
embracing herself in a kaolin made negligee
move she could only with the weight
and clemency of the nether world created by the living..
Carrying the varying persona's of people ruling her wishes
locate she couldn't with the people even that easily available
nebula shining only for her existence
scared of reality she could be seen only by lovers of night light..
Feel could she with lord those jutting vibrations of her universe
listen could she those distant whispers of distant love through
her sky
by following her heart beat of necromancy to know about her love..
For the world she shall exist but in clothes of kaolin alone
For her friend 'sky' of vibrations and power to communicate
she kept silent
silent as a hermit with crave only for that eternal being's
voice of worldly origin..
Talked to those forces of nature did she
in her soft, sensitized pidgin Hindi
wanted she to travel to her sky of life to touch those clouds
flowing in the same region for years looking only after her..
To never speak to the world without her love
Was her adamantine swear
Wanted she to fly high as above as her hope n sky allows
realizing that the hell existed but below the standards
of the emotions prescribed by the lord for all living..
To never wear out the kaolin negligee and resuscitate
her breath for the world
Wanted she ever and forever but to wear in
those jutting and falling vibrations from the sky
coming from far somewhere where
as she dwelled to believe
her love resides..
where she lighted her sky called life daily
at the time when her lover will wake up
and carried that brightness to that land
with the wide range of her emotions..
and with that light both of them would be visible
to those eyes not living in nether land
to those not only below on earth
always to those with eyes only of love
But at heights where both the roseate-golden and white-grayish
Clouds of their lovely existence could be seen
living with love to live for love..
Akanksha..
