Tied in a knot

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It does not reside in the heart.
But rather goes through the body
As lightning and thunder.
Electrifying.Noisy.
From hair to the soles of the feet.
Sometimes it flows majestically,like a river
And sometimes it pours,like summer rain.
It may stop sometimes.
There may be a terrible drought for days on end
But it’s there.
Just as the water is still there
in the mud and the cracks
of dried out rivers.
Waiting to come out
Into the light.
No.
It does not dwell only in the heart.
It’s in the crevases of fingertips.
At the other end of a glare.
In the warmth of a word .
In the moist breath of a mouth approaching.
The heat of the body intensified with closeness.
In the invisible threads drawing us together,kindred spirits.
Our ties tied in a knot
Somewhere,where the heart is.

Blink

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Infinite stories written
on the inside of the eyelids –
Giant cinema screens.
Hollywood magic.
Private. Keep out!
With every rhythmical
watering
of eyes –
A closure to one world
is a beautiful opening
of another.
Sequential images of a double life
abruptly disturbed
by reality .
Tremulous waiting of the seconds of waterfall
between one blinking
and another.
Life trapped in the blinks.