Time In Presence

Did you know you have such command over time
as only Gods may possess?
With acts as simple as existence,
you render her weightless.
In moments that flutter like your eyelids
she indulges in capricious flights,
swinging in the winds of you.
In moments that are expansive like the sky,
or like the clap of thunder,
you hold her hands and wrap her soul
around mine.
In that tender cocoon you rock me,
and I, I sleep like your child.
The eternal and ephemeral happiness
of rain, of the lightning bolt,
of the clouds passing by.

Have you seen the curves on a conch-shell?
Did you, then, press your ear to that line so beautiful
as to resemble your hair meandering down your cheek?
I did.
And I discovered such wonders!
The timelessness of sound that evades space:
Her beauty lies beyond the human confines
of memories and senses.
I discovered unknown dimensions and
multitudes of paths beyond the sunset.
Like all the buds erupting into flowers
beyond my spasmodic glances.
You and her — these pulchritudes lie in permanence.
Permanent like the oceans’ blueness,
or like the azure of skies.
She is eternal.
She swoons bearing the wings of you.
And you, because you were my coveted dream
long before she was even born.

These divinities are your conception.
Flights of time only give you
my shapes of beatitude.

© 2007 Ritwik Banerjee

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