First Love: I'M No Child Poem by Seema joglekar

Breaking the shackles of propriety for the first time, I made
my way to your door, to find the chests of life-flood spring open at the worlds Wayside. In answer, to the wringing of my hands ‘n the flutter of the bird of hope trapped in my heart your door stood
half-open and there you lay curled up, asleep. I watch you standing in the door, protective, like the earth stands guard over her frail sapling meeting its first light.

Your beguiling sleep, your faith, waved their branch of trustin my face
To lay down my heart for this life.My betraying heart clamored for more.
Its agitation urged me to knock, and jar you awake. Fumbling you pull
Yourself up to drape, bliss descends over me. Like a comforting shiver
On the leaves wet with dew. Smiling, I watch you dress appropriate in the dark, you go about, unabashed, aware of my eyes following your every move.
As if you owed me a walk, for this untimed venture, you take me out.

Both our patience shook hands for the respite, over my mumbled apology,
Grateful for the transgress. The street is desolate, only the moon follows us,
The stars line our path, connecting the dots of our future together,
The cool breeze teasing my quiet queries. You softly answer wary not to break the spell. The trees swayed whispering reproachfully, the bushes sprung alive with interest. Dry leaves muster courage to take flight and crumple the silence overwhelming us. Bathed in moonlight my skin glows, your hair ruffles in the wind. The stars now chase us, our shadows go before us, eager, to catch every word hanging between us.The wood beyond is consumed by darkness, taking a shape.


Sweet scent of the night blooms in the overhanging branches, cradles
The wind with a delirious effect. At every corner of the well-lit streets darkness conspires to draw us. Trees on its either sides embrace and shower their blossoms to carpet our spluttering fervor. The breath of all things lay upon my thoughts like the wind plays on the lake surface.
Your closeness makes me lose my tongue. Then, I blabber, stooping
You listen like engrossing a child. My turmoil heightens, I move away
To let the air bristle between us. I say something about letting you in my kingdom, to which the beetles trumpet a concert under the street light.

You stop and turn to search for their vision in my eyes. Heavy with their load I bend my head at your appraisal. You command me to look up. I was afraid to catch the tumult reflected in your eyes. It was too soon. I don’t look up, You get annoyed, and when I do, you grin jubilant in your triumph. The moon tacitly turns away his glance at the insult hurled by the clouds. You say something that clouds my head. You begin to play my heartstrings, in response my eyes go heavy. Then, as if to compensate you put your arms around me as we walk.
The wind in frenzy hurls blossoms in a swift gust,
I cower in your arms, you move away, but idly your arm rests on my waist.
To the storms racing in our heads our outward calm plays truce.
We exchange no words.Thus clasped in your arms, my head no more held high,
I bow to enter your world whose doors you had just flung open. My world had lost its charm, like the worn-out track of age. You have moved my world to take seat at the root of my life. You are no longer wandering in my songs
You are the ray of hope springing from it. Secured by my confusion
you drop a soft kiss to flit across my brow, you drop me off with a sigh.
Then you say, maybe you should tuck me in bed.

Seema.joglekar