when rain clouds swallow our city and fireflies fold their glow in the shiver of their tiny wings, you sit by the window and wait. from the room across, i look at you and pin away for the slice of your heart that will never be mine. there is the dry shriek of thunder. thorns of bougainvillea pierce the charcoal underbelly of the sky.
a gecko had perched itself on the ledge and watched with beady eyes as we lay spent, perspiring from every pore, the gold of daybreak pooled on our thighs. you had smiled as my fingers ran through your hair. my smile bloomed into a kiss. from over the rooftops, flocks of pigeon carried notes of riyaaz on their wings.
On the Road lies abandoned on your lap; pages turning wayward in the gusty fennel-breathing wind. in my tiny hands i hold unpredictability. sometimes i wonder how love slips from between fingers; how galaxies collide and birth fire balls; how the past resurrects itself and enchants us. the corner of your mouth curves into a tiny smile.
i watch till the rain dissolves the clarity of space and you become a watercolor without form, receding till your window becomes an outline only, a bulb-lit rectangle.
darling, must i ask her story? must i ask if the rain brings her dark eyes back to your mind?
©Mohana Das
wow. just wow. absolutely stunning language
I echo the previous remark……just wonderful imagery, Mojana!
Your prose poetry is absolutely stunning, the story of a love that cannot be, the detail of the rain and heat, the gecko. It’s always a thrill to read your words.
Lovely work Mohana – a real treat to read… Thank you so much… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
wonderful prose poetry. That last question tells quite a story.
Lush and lovely, Mohana;
I love this: “in my tiny hands i hold unpredictability”
And the way it ends.
I like the watercolor without form ~
Gorgeous!
I wish, I could write like you – the language, the intimacy, the images – all to beautifully ….love this but envy too….
Absolutely stunning!!
superb ~
Connection of fireflies
Lovers Light..
Connection of
friends.. Love
is still..
Moving..
Connecting..
Creating..
IS
New
Life..:)