Otherness
To experience
the Other.
Holding hands
for the very first time
and...
to keep holding on long, forever,
even when this wet otherness
is felt, seeping in between
mingled fingers...
Shaping the Other,
fast in thoughts , in dreams
and slowly
in trailing sillage of
left behind smells and broken hairs
and finished coffee cups
still bearing lip marks
of contagious smiles
and unspoken emotions...
this Otherness comes
and goes, in many abstractions.
Silent conversations
without the distance
of words and spaces
in between,
Or
the silence that hangs
in between
the very words and spaces...
Spaces created by the Other
Or the otherness we create
inside us,
of unspoken emotions
passions lost along the way
and prayers yet to be answered,
hopes and fears
and still alive distant dreams,
all, simmering in us , slowly
in this timeless boundless otherness...
changing us
drop after drop
in us becoming the Other
But who knows the limits
of letting go
of our own-selves?
To hold tight
to our own fragments
in becoming the Other,
drop after drop
Or to happily surrender,
and expand gratefully
in the whiteness of the Other
Or...
keep clinging
to this sweet sad otherness
like the hands held long
with mingled fingers
and walking
slowly
Head down south
On life’s way..
Nov 2019. Dubai
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