Reap solace-
I desire a bondage pain for myself
erotic reasons- sounds like
because I carry pain, differently, from one
who empowers me.
I am submitted to his subjectivity.
He may bind me,
in his flesh grip,
as he has trapped
my heart and mind.

I have indulged in
the regime of his objectivity too.
He may release his
strength to tie me in my pains.
I am clear flowing river for thirsty you.

The creator almighty has
made me like that.
I control the generation,
but pine for his powers
on me.
His infatuated willingness
on my surrenders
only reaps solace.

Never lost again-
Deserts fascinate
painter’s
poets
and me.
I am lost by those,
who love me,
or do not love me.
Deserts
a world apart.
Morning breaks;
night takes rest,
there also.
Sandy waves;
I wear and cover
my body.
I swing
on winter breeze.
I dance
with Bhawars.

I sing
a song
loud,
which I could,
never murmur.
With open
my hands,
I embrace
the sky.
I do not
fear.
I repeat
and repeat,
never tired.
I see
your face,
Watching me.
I talk
hours and hours.
I run,
hide,
But never get lost again.