The body

By Gaanarupini

There I sit with my nude body,

wanting to be pampered

wanting to be loved

wanting to be lighter

wanting to be the way

I wanted it always.

gazing through

each and every inch of it

running through the healed scars,

whimpering into the deepest moans.

the touch of my fingers through it

opens up the burried down emotions

even before not knowing what it is

tears roll down answering it.

what a mystery!

what a mystery!

I did not realise, oh my body!

you keep up my history

don't know if it's centuries-old

or the millions of births and death

of my memories you hold.

on the course of time

but I should know

that you are to be saved and fined

as my soul inside shine and shine!!!

By Gaanarupini