under the currly shapes of letters words have formed
reticent moments in my
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious awe
by the winds blown in your hair
that spread the fragrance of May’s rose

and that of Vetyver
I am now counting skintags
for all those days I missed you
for all those touches that thrilled my being
for all those wordly breaths in my right ear
that spoke a resurrection to my heart
the world sleeps heavy recently
episodic and serial dreams became vision
I became a multi layered immanation
immaculate in heart
a sinless infant with snivel
in the both nostrils
with the rolling tear in the left eyes- rolling down the red cheek
down the neck to kiss thy heart