I am your Chilka

I dream
I just touched your water submerged, wine dipped,
slender, lily-stem like arms....
And something in me
lifted up, flew... up ..up...
Before it could vanish away into the blue vacuum,
I saw,
It is a swan.

I dream often
With my eyes open
That cast upon our celestial home,
That hungs somewhere
In your leftover imaginations
And in my innermost precious chambers of the green ocean,
Where i feel my swan will come one day along with your swan
to sit, swim n murmur...

More often, air in me writes poem to you
& one shade of my soul
Go to the jungle to roam & sit n be lost...
Where You promised to gift me a fountain.
Sitting on the big stone near that spring, one leg half merged in the water..
I remember,
How i wanted,
with trembling arms circled around your neck,
I will cling feverishly to your shielding embrace,
as though you might leave me, and i would break.
my head pressed against your chest that expands like the sky and is bold like a mountain,
My breath broke with halting sobs, i feel flexible like
A child - beaten- hungry, back home...happy...
Then i lift up my face to see you and find the
glimmer in your eyes,
That i would frame in my mind,
And sink in the river of consciousness where you are a ocean and i am your Chilka!
Always one,
Half salted, half sweet...
Jayant