A lake that almost stands still, next to my little house. I felt the connection when I saw it first time. I thought at first, this might be crazy, so I expressed this connection to a few. They’d smile and rub my hair, and say ‘we understand baby, we understand’. No, they did not, because I myself didn’t. Today, when I stood blankly watching this little water body next to my house, I realised the connecting point. It was him.
A little movement in you,
And I shiver in hope
The ripple that you flash
It shakes my heart
It reverberates,
Oh I know him
aah, should be him!
I know its lame
I know it’s unrealistic
I know it’s a poem
But I know it's him.
A single drop in you
Must have sailed,
Sailed all the way,
To me, to my silent love
I know you have that drop
I know you have that point
Where I can say ‘hello’ to him
When I spent my evenings with him
When I talked to him
About my affairs
About my non-affaire too,
Oh he listened,
He guffawed with me,
At times, he’d touch my toes,
Wash me wet,
Probably, to let the bondage flow
I’d jump off frightfully,
He’d push back to calm me down.
I’d smile, a little conscious
Then I get used to the wetness,
Then I get the message of the wash.
Oh, I know you have him,
Tell me oh little lake,
That you have him,
In form of drop,
In form of wetness,
The bay I talked to,
The bay I cried to,
The bay I lived by,
The bay that you have him!
To the sea, I spent my 7 months alone and calm: Miss you ‘Oh Sea’
