In the rustle of the leaves,
And the sway of the boughs,
or the dainty chirping of the birds,
in the varied hues that mirror sunlight,
or the wind that brushes past as it moves,
The plaintive calls directed at the moon.
what calls me on is the long hair
The strategically placed bindi
The draw is the inviting kajal
the form of the dimples and chin,
A elegantly draped saree
or in the lilting laughter
In the pealing of the bells,
or the tinkling of the cymbals.
in the hum of the stone walls,
Or the rhythm metre of the chants,
in the quiet submission of the crowds
or in the radiant smiles of the idols..
In the bark, a moo or a twitter
In the ecstatic dance of greeting,
In wide eyes as pools of affection,
The friendly caress body shuddering,
Slathering licks, pecks or wet kisses,
In the agency they hold over emotions.
it is love that I am looking for
and.. I find it everywhere!
it isn’t as endeavour as arduous,
as the task of mining and extracting
it is in the ‘simple’, as..
Knocking on the door of the heart, and smiling