Anoucheka Gangabissoon writes

After the gusty struggles

Love, look at me

Allow me to furrow further into your neck

Don’t switch on the lights

Let us be

As we are

Surrounded by darkness

In warmth, comfort and shelter

Tangled in each other’s arms

Breathless,

Yet calmed,

For, in the very end,

We struggled with the gusts 

We walked head down in the pouring rain

We risked being carried away by cyclonic floods

We trod in deep marsh lands

We braved the cyclone laden with

The sneers of the rest of the world,

The sarcasms of Ego,

The walls keeping Forgiveness prisoner,

And the demons which had captured

The essence of pure feelings!

Love, look at me,

Allow me to furrow further into your soul

While we listen to the ravages happening outside

At least, even if trees are being uprooted,

Even if roofs are being carried away

Even if people are trying their best to shelter themselves

And to feed their children

We, selfishly in love with each other,

Are locked safe in the air bubble

That appears for us

Each time we let our bodies

Give in to the gusts that blow in them

Allowing them to drive us

As if we were mere dandelions

Being dragged along,

Unable to control ourselves faced

With the forces of the winds!

 

 A dream for two -- Gogalniceanu Carolina