Sowmya Hiremat

Like the golden cloud puff
On a winter evening I am 
Soaked in the sunset hues
I look down on the blue dot
And wonder about her life 

This beauty far below
Enchanting, enticing, enamoring
My urge to reach for her grows
And takes a life of its own..
On which I have no control

Then I am pushed beyond my
Shape & form & belief into a
Dark, Heavy, Roaring, Scary
Beast I cannot recognize atall
Then I see it, me, suspended 

Amidst rumblings & breeze
Light, against my heaving mass
Strangely sweet & suddenly strong
I begin to melt in drops of desire
Rushing to her bossom, impatient

I have changed all of me 
For this blue maiden & left
My heavenly realm to descend
Into her deep arms & into the
Crevices of her dungeons..

You call this madness? Oh 
it is plain lunacy. But 
What use am I up above
When she is down below. 
In her my gold lies, oh
Which even the sun wants.

Why else does he shine on her
For he can’t descend to her
Though he tries, at dusk by
Setting but fails miserably, so
Rises & burns himself in grief.

And forces me to come back
Up, become a mirror, stay
Close enough to him to shine
On me and then wait to see the
Golden hues of her through me…

This price I will happily pay
For I get to be with her …
Even if it’s for brief period of
Times and pain that follows
The parting. But I come back 
To her .. always- in one form or other