Nipple Flowers

By Susmita Chatterjee Alias Aloakash

As if it was a long drawn wait

As if she is the known one

The people’s sound

And the sound of silence

Pure pleasure of bondless

Bondings

That light

The light of nipple flowers

Upward

Not in direction

But in spin

As if it is a long drawn wait

Of rotation

Or, mutation

Are you seeking in the sought

Or

Are you the seeker of the sought

Your gold face does not speak

Did they say

Did they not

The purity of the pure dumbstruck

That my mother is

Dancing

Her pair of breasts

Erasing divides of rotation

And

Or

Mutation

En masse

In the singularity

Of the direction of Love.

By Susmita Chatterjee Alias Aloakash