…dry…sun

(1) 
The answers are hanged on a non responsive touch screen 
See the options, touch, press, none to hear, nothing to be seen
When the sun was hot and cries were dry times umpteen
Where were these clouds raining mean?
(2) 
this morning is cloudy like the tiredness of love in body,
east I see beneath your eyelids the ocre red sweet pain,
remain there you yellow white warm pyre with holy smoke
hair I see with eyes open I’m in worship, the sun in veil…

..why are these tiny droplets shivering

Yes, I’m lost in you creation! bliss lost and found, expression silenced.

Vast landscape stretched before eyes overlaid by clouds dark, white and coloured,

snatching away horizon from the earth, what a creation!

gairik twilght backed by setting sun, did you say something?

No? then why are these tiny droplets shivering in the drizzle?

queer !

Whenever i have kissed your lips

i have sensed openings somewhere else

your inviting beautiful breasts

hide behind long black hair

many a times my eyes have caressed them.

many a times you have closed yourself

in my bosom, my arms

but never opened yourself

i marvel always

lips are open, breasts are open

even thighs are open

but you remain closed

queer ! the body is open

and the mind is closed.