Becoming You

Your kiss was in the air
only. Who stood up to the storm? No
gaffe. There was no art in execution.

Great slips. Given by you
the pain is not mine. I buried my
thoughts near the water bank.

Was there any quantity
of brain? Were you sorting out
death in life? Don't nudge the tears.

Becoming you is possible in deep love. But there are many slips and one has to move wisely.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003