Floating Love... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Floating as the detached iceberg,
Trekking in the sky with shifting of shape,
Permitting the light through the tiny holes,
At times transparent with gratifying bumps,
Who are you? I wonder a lot with my infernal,
Heat that explodes as the quake to,
Shake the hearts to put back in their places,
Who could you be? Looking at me covering your face,
Here, I feel hot and cold: windy and quiet,
Drought and flood on my facial mask,
I see you playing with the wind and the moon,
Hiding the shine of the sun, mostly pale,
Sometimes dark traveling on the chariots,
Searching for someone to knock,
‘Who are you? I may not reach your block,
Which is beyond my reach and I am lame,
Wingless and tied to the shaft’,
Hearing all my anguish,
Why do you weep, pouring on my surface,
Gentle breeze at first, then small droplets,
The trees start to vibrate their trunks,
to invite you to my abode hot and cold abode,
The sparrows are making happy music,
everything return to their homes,
hives, nests, caves and burrows are the names,
The human hide below their umbrellas,
And tried to escape into their houses,
Doors are shut, blinds are drawn,
Windows are closed, we are left alone,
Let them be shy enough not to see our union.