Her giggles are warning to some, healing to me

Eyelids made of wishes when I blow

The dark-melter flame in her eyes

And her cheek paints reminiscent wherever I go

 

Her hands are crafty, fingertips itch for Kailash

Her restlessness can turn drizzle to storm

Her whirlpool of the heart throws her to the pits of Naraka

Until my heat transfers to her and our palms whisper

 

Our birth-giver in common

Created a chasm separating lives

But

Our eyes

Our lips

Our hands

Our souls

Echo through the caves

Join Atmans in love

 

written by Kashvi Ramani

reviewed by Saanvi Gutta and Tryphena Pilli

as exhibited in the 2021 Typography Poetry Exhibition at Brambleton Public Library