everything you touched
turned to dust:
the warm blood that ran through your body
as you were brought to me
i held you
and you turned to dust –
nothing grew:
life drained itself of desire
wilted to your touch –
it lived but did not breathe
everything broke
when it crashed against me
everyone broke –
When they embraced me –
everything you touched turned to dust
the need to have you was so strong
they called me mad:
a mad woman looking for love
madness looking for sanity
or
acceptance of her madness.
madness looking for madness
insanity looking for comfort
the jasmine died
the motiya wilted
and
the raat ki raani swelled ;
Waiting for the night to descend
take refuge in its winding pathways
and the Night –
waited for me to look at it’s darkness
and make love to it
everyone loves the mad woman
as long as she touches the impossible and turns it to a possibility
star dust and Love
she visited Loves Shrine –
everywhere she went
she found a vacant sigh
she walked through graveyards
and fields of pansies and roses
through the winding mountains
and star lit rivers
and
oceans so deep
she wanted to drown
she grew wings
she clipped them
she grew unicorns
she cut them
she bled –
till the waters turned away
the mountains bowed
the skies grew darker
the horizon
merged
the sun met
the sky here
and
they all looked at her
and cried
none could hold her
none capable of carrying
the brunt of her Love
the burden of Love –
she wept
for those she had turned to dust:
too much living can be a dangerous thing
she said