What spring does with cherry trees Apologies to Neruda ‘I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees’…That is lovely, lush, ripe, continental ---if you know what I mean. Can you imagine an English poet being so revealing? So now, respond to that, Aditi! How would an Indian woman poet speak of her love today? Would there be winds as well, monsoon winds, perhaps, and would she speak of secret meetings in the forest, of her sakhi, keeping watch during her trysts? I don't think so, somehow. But the universe and all its delights would be there, the lover's physical beauty and his dark eyes...
Revathy
Her eyes aren’t dark, Revathy.a hazel-brown reallyand when the light shines off them somewhere between grey gold brown -our meetings are so secret even the monsoon winds keep away! Revathy,my beloved’s conchshaped breasts mould the palm of my hand Pouring rain nowthe line of sweat between her thighs I trace my path
blindfolded