Here’s a soulful love poem by Vatsala, for Different Truths.
Like an elegant knight
he softly holds my hand,
Lovingly, he imprints
protective kisses on my forehead
In contrast to my past-
Scars and bruises
left by mechanical love,
all this is so different
I touch the tropical greenness,
O my God! This is real,
On his chest my head rests
In his strong arms deep love swirls
Sometimes I’m lost again in oblivion –
in some tinges of worries, all-grey
but his ardent kisses chase away
my mood swings, my illusion –
my insecure imagination
As we hold each other tight
we can see through our souls’ eyes
all the Gods in heaven smiling
and showering us with their divine blessings.
Picture design Anumita Roy