Free Verse: Gaurav Deka1 min read . Updated: 09 Jan 2016, 01:30 AM IST
A short poem by Gaurav Deka
Love between blueness
It happens much before I hold your hand in the bus,
and ask if I can take as many photographs of your wrist
till we reach the Metro station. while you stifle a laugh,
lest your friends sitting behind come to know of us,
all of your soul breathes itself out into that window glass
beside me, makes a face, and remains.
I shall drink its moisture and trace the constellations
over it on my way back—I tell myself.
Nowadays I like the way, how I find myself
in cake-shops every evening,
discover how according to the metaphysics of regression,
we come back to where we start; that in the world of objects,
the teacher tells me in the class:
it is good not to have any—neither cakes, nor hearts.
Only when the universe clots, dissolves like dough into a dot
in his mouth, and throbs around the circumference of his throat
give into the temptation of a kiss, she says,
give into love, with the beauty of guilt pressing on your skin.
Gaurav Deka is a writer and clinical psychotherapist living in Delhi.