Shaleen Rakesh

They start for the long road and stick to each other ready to share their stories but between them no secrets are possible each of them already knows where the other one has travelled it's only when they sleep can they find themselves and realise who they are but during the day each goes no further than the other, or than himself.

I have roots in the earth I have watched them seep into water I have travelled with the clouds to talk with birds still part of sky's darkness I have watched crops grow in paddy fields where I have been nourished with the river I have swerved back and forth into sleep I have lived in a cave where I saw the sun come to greet me and spent time discussing the limits of freedom I have grown into branches of yellow apple trees and lived in seeds that spill into harvest.

What good would it do if you were to shut so tightly the fist of your desire if you were unaware of the wind coming from the shore taking grain by grain the sand that you hold.

Is it that each of us is born with our own force field? Is it possible that every day these force fields are drifting in and out of spaces where they attract and repel other force fields? Can greed interact with pain? Is there a relationship between desire and fear which can be measured or altered? Can white fall in love with black, night with day, hot with cold?
 How can two people be so unbearably different but still find a way desire each other uncontrollably?