I BECOME THE SKY

The more I resist

More she embraces

The more I hide myself

Seeks she more

Even she directs me to sprout

When she knows pretty well that I am rooted to her soil

She is the all pervasive sunshine

She is the perennial source of water flowing in my stream of consciousness

She is poetry, the lender of last resort.

She has two beautiful eyes

Where in captured the universe

She has beautiful lips

Where silence searches words

She has loneliness that covers the ether with in me in mists

When ever she comes I feel enlivened

Inanimates becomes animates

I can see the ripple in the liquid darkness in me

Not just one, innumerable skies I can see fluttering wings

No more dead the city in me

I can see peoples giggling out of nothing

Green leaves sing the song of life

Delicate palms start praying for life

Seedlings start toddling

My entire being becomes a tree spreading wings 

I become the sky!