Touching Me Poem by lalitha iyer

he touches me
in the form of breeze
waves at me
swinging up and down
sitting at the lap of leaf beds
peeping from the bunch of flowers
rippling through the breast of rivers
ringing emotions
from every corner
the God templed
in every invisible dust

when he is the raindrop
he moistens me
I become one with wetness
forgetting self
drunken with coolness
drizzling passions
fill my body
I melt though cool
my molten feelings
submit my being
to unknown voices
absolutely drenched
inside and out.

Fire
looking at the burning pyre
past, present and future tenses
grind my security to pieces
I am taken through
a slideshow of images
of joy and sorrow
of loved ones
smiles replaced by sobs
happy families
warm get togethers
ending up with
weeping partings

Touching me
in and out
are the extreme emotions
of life and nothingness
icey numbness
and bubbling ecstasies
silence
singling out
the festivity of
jubiliant crowd
with sudden destinies.