Tunnel / Poem
There has to be a tunnel, longest one
Where we have taken our walks together
The light, forbidden-
Seasons,Time – all hidden
Whenever I want to step outside
Cold stirring silence draws me back
Blindfolded in a brooding melody
My lonely spirit swirl in secrecy
I started with questions –
“I recite poems .. what’s your way ? Where is that slate ?
Is it paper, female or seashore?
Or living in a tunnel forever ?”