The life I breathe in; the ocean in three dimensions is you.
Water, saline, within, without blurs my visions and dreams,
day and night. The fear that I’d lose you and live without you,
Day after day, year after year, eyes dry, no tears,
For that’s who I know I am; frightens me, it frightens me.
That question resurfaced from the depths of a dark ocean trench,
the question of intense passions that make it easier to die for a cause: you.
From the depths of past, it came; it hadn’t gone anywhere.
My weakness that lay crouching, pounced upon its prey.
At a moment of abject vulnerability. I wasn’t so weak before you
Came into, happened to, me, my life.
I’m now on my knees. I’ve left the guarded sophistry, my second nature;
I feel like I’m begging from a person as powerless as I, to become
The life I breathe in, to congeal time right there, so that I don’t
Breathe out the air, to stay within forever,
My life, my death, my nectar, my venom,
Killing me dead yet not leaving my body.
Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India. His work originates at the point of intersection between his psyche and his city. He edits PPP Ezine.
Photo by Katharina Geber