Those Your Vision Blocks Poem by Bipin Patsani

Like your bright fingers
Moving over my chest,
See, how the white clouds come in waves
And inscribe your sweet name
On the blue vacant sheet of the mountain
That hangs like a canvas.

They enter sometimes the hut on the hill top
And dance as you do within me
To the tunes of the distant stream.

Sometimes they block the sight
Of the neighbor as your vision blocks
The agony I experienced.

See darling,
The moon shivers on the sky
In the chilling isolation of winter
And pulls the blanket over time and again.

Peaceful in our purpose and passion packed,
Come, let us explode and spring forth
Fountains in the desert.
Let us pass from mist to the mystery
That we are and scribble reality
On the tickling thighs of the night.