I want my lines

to surprise you always

by sending down your spine

shivers of awareness

so that

your eyes


their blind spots,

your ears


the sub-texts  of everything uttered,

your fingertips

gain courage

to feel the niches you’ve always avoided,

your tongue


the essence of tears and sweat,

not just  of forbidden taste,

your feet

tread on surfaces

neither rough nor smooth

but terrains unexplored,

your skin

welcomes the change of seasons,

your nose

sniffs out life-smells

of the seven ages of man,

and your hands

embrace the world


all fears and regrets.


p23 (c) pradeep gopalan

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