It’s Love

Like the warmth wrapping me
When the snow is falling,
Like the air holding me,
When the waves are calling,
Like the moon shining on me,
When I dance on a lone street,
Like the first kiss of the morning sky,
Playing hide and seek.
Like the dew on the lotus leaf,
Floating without the fear to loose,
Like the colors I paint on the canvas,
Looking beautiful yet potentially confused.
Like the clouds,
That are nothing,like I always visualized,
Yet the journey to see them turning real
Kicking all the words and advice,
Like the pleasure to embrace the pain,
Knowing it only pain that is true,
I don’t care if they doubt “It’s Love“
I still have the courage to believe in you.

Manowara Chowdhury
14th Feb’ 2016

Who am I?

Am I the wind that uproots the trees?
Or the air that dances with the leaves.

Am I the sand that is kissed by the wave?
Or the desert that has a cactus on grave.

Am I the parakeet, with vibrant colors on?
Or the vulture, wiping what is already gone.

Am I lake for you to float and scale?
Or an ocean, full or octopus and whale.

Am I a memory, forgotten back I time?
Or a living truth, that cannot be hidden behind.

Am I living, for I still don’t feel dead?
Or am I dying, counting the last days on bed.

Am I the spring, that’s smiling around?
Or am I the winter, with snow on ground.

Am I the horizon, with no distinct sky?
Or the rainbow shining with same seven in every eye.

Am I the one existing inside you, or is it you inside mine?
Who am I? How will I define?

Manowara Chowdhury