Rachana / Ray
Rachana
Was but a speck
A mood or a node
In the mind’s eye
Till desire gave way
To see me born
A short while,
A long wail
A beautiful picture.
I am here and yet . . .
Ray
Today I write and wait
In the shadow of my words
For the clouds to merge
For the rain to pour
To wilt to nothing
Then the earth shall sow
Make love to my words
Their rhythms would conspire
My words would womb me
And I shall be born again
To write and wait
