SEARCHING OUTSIDE

Mother :

Severed from the umbilical cord

I was flung into arms of many foster mothers

but none was like you

in their kisses, cuddles, smiles and tears,

love and fears ;

in my reflections and recollections

awe and wonder

I love the Goddess in you.

First love:

Away from your arms , my Love

I was wooed by many

but none was like you-

in their sweetness or saltiness,

anger or shyness,

in tantalizing closeness or pining distances,

or in the taste of their honeyed dew,

you were you

and in spite of not being with you

I love the Goddess in you.

Goddess:

Don’t know why I’m always in search of you

in my relations with the ‘other’

knowing pretty well

that the ideal can never be real-

a secret search for you silently smothers

and the debilitating man in me whimpers

at last to drop perhaps

into a singing swan’s falling feathers .

@ copy right : saroj k. padhi /8.03.15