Friday, May 27, 2011

Between a Butterfly and his Flower

A Duet by Rejoy and Sunitha.



He - The Night seeps gently through

Like a dark shimmering blanket

Into you, Into me

While we find in each other

sweet rest of an Embrace so right;


She - Our Love twinkles softly within us

In melodic lilts of lyrical light

As we hold each other

Locked in a World away from this world

by the threads of our belonging,

Fused in the afterglow of our Union;


He - Your eyes twinkle brightest

in my starlight night sky

Your breath like the gentle breeze

that fills and fulfills

Your blessed feet quickens to give me repose

And Lips quench my thirst

Even more than can wine that sparkles


She - Your every touch finds its twin in me

Like the night clouds flitting through

On the journey to their home in the sky,

Our linked fingers and lingering kisses

A testimony to a Love so sublime

It echoes in the Summers of our ancestors

And the Spring of our Children of the Future;


He - A Kiss begins to form on your lips

I seal it with my own

You are here with me

wherever you go my Flower

And Distance don't matter cause

We have found our Home .



Friday, May 6, 2011

Anti - Gravity Static

Swirling Clouds
circling my Coffee Mug,
Apathy soaks my cells
the smell of new Rain
and Raw tepid earth
somewhere
in the near distance
Some things-a-changing
And I know not
how to stop it
unless I become
Static Gravity.
Stop it.

I have changed
So have You
Oil and Water
separate yet together
in anti - fluidity
so strange yet
uneasily familiar.

Familiar Strangers
yes we are ...
Of a still exist
Me and You
in collisions of
Words;
paragraphs ;
Sentences;
Encircling volatility
like blue bottles trapped
within exhaustive intentions
of dissentive contentions.

How did we get here?
How did we arrive
Ensnared in the certainty
Of your un-belief of Me?
Despite my sustained
belief in an un-You
as only I knew it?

For
when i really began
to believe in Me
My very sanity
became your
strident questioning
and I was hunted
like a common criminal
to polarise it
with my anti -gravity
Static
and spent.

In the
indivisible reality
of momentous realisation
frozen over

the instant

when
you ceased
to believe in
the sanctity of
We.