Twelve Moons

 

Meenakshi
Twelve black moons in your eyes
I wait for them to rise.
Twelve kisses unaccounted,
to sequin your moon-face.
Twelve dreams, nascent
tucked away in twelve corners.
Twelve more lives to be lived,
in twelve planets yet to arrive.
Twelve galaxies to saunter through,
twelve bodies to adorn.
Twelve magicians barefeet
twelve tricks sublime.
Twelve long years to salvation.

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Pastoral poet

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A bird flew out of timelessness,
perched on a twig.
The twig broke,
the bird flew away.
We laughed at what just happened
the forest laughed with us.