Cheran - Writing in the air

WRITING IN THE AIR

‘There are too few words
and in them
an immense silence is frozen.

Before my lips
and your nipples
could dry
an entire morning was spent

The flowers of the’muumurukku’
with summer turn red,
over its leafless top
sparrows come to perch
without their mates

Beloved!
‘send me two sparrows’ you say.
The male, a piece
of straw in its beak,
has gone to build its nest
The female skirmishes
with the mirror in the corridor
How then can I send them to you?

I cannot rely
on these butterflies
After loving in mid-air
in the morning they lose vitality
and wings a-flutter
gasp for breath
under a jasmine creeper,
How can they be.
the burden of my sorrow to you?

Your home is not far off.
I would like to come there myself
but for that invi.ible wall

the iron boulder
standing on flames
for ages,
Why wait
until it melts?.

Under the shade of a tree
nearthe coolpond
a house stand..
It is neither yours;
nor mine; Ours.

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-Cheran