Acres of flowers
nodding
he loves me
he loves me not.

Cropped lands replaced with concrete slabs
stomping on the chance of life,
cries over the dried sky and cracked earth
died in the drone of city life,
Red dust clung to his dhoti
migrating with him to the lush city
only to be swept away to the curb,
his feet traced the streets
soles and soul with holes
inflicted with pain,
anger filled the hungry stomach
only to burn some more.

In the sea of
bobbing heads and winding lips
I am lost
and found.

Hot air blowing under the noon sky
beads of sweat trickling vermilion on the frowned brow
Ssss Ssss
exhaustion slipped from raisin lips
Thump Thump
clothes pulsated on a flat river stone.

My eyes linger
over the pouty lips
that breaks into dimpled smiles,
over the lotus-like eyes
that insinuate restless dreams,
over the pink curved lobe
at the whispered sweet nothings.

Night invaded the blue sky
the simmering moon floats across
sweet night air tickles my senses
night queen tantalizes awakening desires
while I lay next to you
gazing into those soft brown eyes
I realize I belong not to myself
but to you
then you whisper I love you
I lower my gaze with shy
as tempted kiss lingers
on my smile.

When you walk with me oh god,
everything seems so beautiful,
the blazing sun in shadowless sky,
the thundering storm and deafening wind
I see the savage beauty through you
and I reckon wandering wilderness in me.