poetry web

Coming to Earth was a privilege for selected few, even up in Heavens, no one knew,
When it is your time to join the flight crew, not even a single clue,
A particle in a pile of clay, I wondered when it would be my day,
Rumi’s word on my tiny mind, “Love is a phenomenon of no other kind”,
I hear the flutter of wings; angels selecting different things,
Afterwards, it is quite blurry; there is a commotion and a flurry,
I am in a sack of water; from outside I hear laughter,
I see this young man caressing a woman’s cheek; his voice trembling and thick,
Somehow, I feel his touch, between us there is connection as such,
They dance to a series of songs, breathing happiness to their lungs,
My world is dark, limited and stark,
I am fed with a tube attached to my belly, unable to bounce freely,
No difference between my day and night, I am missing The Light,
All of sudden, I sense a stir, everything is fast and blur,
She cries of pain, his hand clenched to hers like a chain,,
I am going down; I am going to drown,
There is no hope in this darkness, oh what a mess!
Wait a minute; in unison they say, I love you, welcome to our crew,
I open my eyes; I see lots of light, things I don’t recognize,
But, I smell love; it was worth it, the push and the shove,
The road to love is pretty intricate; believing in love is significant,
I grab his finger really tight, sucking on her breast with all my might.

In a prize-giving ceremony
a belly is found astonished
standing on the stage
holding his given prize-
a piece of rope,
upset too
looking at other prize winners
as at least
fingers are blissful with pen and brush,
eyes and nose with a bunch of flowers,
ears are lost in hilarious clapping,
young heart dances
with a bag- full of likes and comments,
and old soul takes a nap
holding a running piece of peace
and prompted
to leave the stage
throwing a flying kiss and a muted query
to the audience,
“Why to fasten a poor belly
though it’s the only way to heart?”