How dark are you?
How dark are you?
How dark are you he asked
Gazing in to my naive eyes
Every inch of me bloomed in to an art
Crimson red and black
Like the tree that made sleepy hallows
Of gigantic red black sketches on the
Pavements ....on autumn eves
I could dance in to memories naked
and plain ivory in moon light
Drenched in raindrops embalmed in
Champak flowers ....fragrance.....
I had the green blush of pack of roses
Thorny ...with due....scars ...bleeding
I am a flow of passion unstoppable
I had the audacity of Ganges to break open the head of very destruction
And make creativity germinate from the
Heights of my peaks
I am the darkness from which every light sparkles and I an the darkness That engulfs every minute light
I took him by a surprise ....woman..he exclaimed
I am the meekness the tenderness of a tendril the urge of a seedling the pining of the earth the craving of the ocean....
Oh ...I am the Tsuami ....the absolute dissolving...by rain...by fire ....I am passion ....I am dark ...I am woman....I am shadow ...I am oneness...
He stood smiling .....while I slowly faded