Wrapped Turbulence Poem by Shweta Patke

I saw the star twinkling in that ocean
I wish it could never break and take that motion
The gravity was eager to embrace the spark in its arm
I stretched my hand and held it in my palm

I stared at the diamond
Which sparkled with pain
Wounded heart but not yet slain
The only season in her I saw was the stormy rain
Blue heart drenched in pain

I embedded my arms around her emasculated soul
The void in my heart was filled by her touch and there was no hole
I felt embryonic innocence breathing close to my heart
I knew I held her wanting never to part

You are my mojo
You are my sunshine
You are my home
You are my prayer in the temple
You are the voice in my soul

“Give me all your tears”, I said
“You are the archangel in my nightmare I wish to wed”
“You are like the rose without a thorn in my bed”
“Give me a chance to fill your JADED heart with RED”

WILL YOU MARRY ME? I SAID
WILL YOU MARRY ME? I SAID