Dewy diamonds on lotus leaves,
Tingling tears on tip of nose,
They are there but still not there,
Indifferent, incoherent somewhere.
Thoughts that rush in to face,
Neither asking nor waiting,
For permission of reluctant heart,
Rain drops that never kissed earth.
In between worlds, in between feelings,
A tug of war that churns heart and mind.
Waiting forever for decisions to surface,
To finally skim off with something sublime.
If at all they ever float out of the urn,
Won’t they strategize whom to offer,
Such pragmatic moments rare,
When we know where we belong.
To the lake or to the leaves,
To the eyes or to the lips,
Not in between, but very sure,
Imperfect risks that dares truth.
(C) Shashikala Sasidharan
Match 31, 2016