The discovery of the Interior
It took a while
To listen to the voices
Of the desires and dreams
There was so much noise
In the back ground
Overwhelming all my senses
The voice was there
But really choked
By the superfluous flesh
By the body trashed by
Age, weather and stress
By the kinkiness of the culture
By the cacophony of myriads of languages
But in the interior
Sneaking like the core of the onion
And the red cabbage
The eternal wish of all
For love
And search for some one to hang onto
Was alive and well
((*.*))
September 26, 2006 |