There's nothing louder than the silence Between your memories and me
When eyes are closed,
you are too sticky with me
Can feel your fragrance
Though I'm detached
The days we were together, still in touch
Behind my saffron
There are colours by you
There are many when eyes are opened
But when closed,
you are the one in my world
Recalling the deep moments with you,
The menstruation cramp like pain for a man
A day, I'm dreaming for undressing my mind Read my thoughts
Under the layer of saffron
There's a flesh,
Craving for yasodhara
Hold my hand in secret and kiss me
When no one is looking
Hide me in tranquil, deep-rooted and unspeakable intimacy
With you,
Having incommunicable feelings, inexplicable thirst and never ending thoughts
Within me,
Whispering as secret or sin
Yasodhara,
Some kisses are given with the eyes
About the Poetess
Prof. Ramya is an author and tribal researcher. A postgraduate in English literature; Prof. Ramya has an M.Phil. in Translation and comparative literature. She has done various research articles on the tribal and her work has been featured in various media houses of national repute which include Outlook India, Indian Express, Mathrubhumi, and others. She has also written a book ‘Voice Of India’ focused on the tribal.
