January 23, 2013

Are you?

Hot water shower
for a pained back
Are you, my love
like cold cream
dipped in my tired feet
Are you
the winter sun
the hued sky
and that vastness
I see from atop
Are you the
morning air that
stretches expands
and fills me in
that mid night
stoned
sleepy
romance
and that dream
I wake up to
Are you
that link between
my body and me
that smile
that smell
that puts me to sleep
after a hot water shower
for a pained back
Are you, my love
like cold cream
Are you
My love?

4 comments:

Amol said...

are you the girl
who used to giggle
in the dark room
where only window
that they stare
was
made of images.( room 4)

are you the girl
who drove to pune
hitting highs
of highways
and made
figures
from smoke.( NH7)

Tilpu said...

Amol! You are a poet who brings backs time! So beautiful!;)

Kriti Gupta said...

Shil! you need to get your poems published. i love all of them and they have a very Eliot-esque quality to them.

Tilpu said...

Thank you very much Krii. Btw you are the only publisher I know *wink*