Contemporary Literary Review India | Print ISSN 2250-3366 | Online ISSN 2394-6075 | Impact Factor 8.1458 | Vol. 11, No. 2: CLRI May 2024
Gita Janaki
The Dancer
Fix your toe on my heart ballerina,
and swirl to your heart's content.
You who feign ignorance, I know
you dance on the wings of fire.
Look beyond, see the lamps of love
burning jubilant, dancing in ecstasy.
Here I pull you to me, shy not away
and to me, you belong, to me only.
They say life is short my dear
Come let us dance, for the night is near.
And when we are done with and
rest on the wings of a storm my fairy,
I shall paint you with the colours of my life
my love and you shall be my palette!
I shall sing for you in the sweetest voice
and you the poem safe in my arms!
In Yellow
The woman with a yellow umbrella,
walking in the rain.
Drops of water shining from eyelids,
wet shoulders, and white feet.
She has been walking down the street
in my dreams forever.
I grew up with her,
holding onto her fingers, walking in the rain.
I grew up with her, shoulder length,
inhaling her fragrance and of the rains.
I grew up with her, walking in the rain,
arm in arm, in silence.
Today, I buried her beneath a tree of yellow flowers.
With each rain, she will get an umbrella
of yellow flowers and yellow leaves.
The rain flows down the street as a river.
I watch it from my window.
How much I loved her!