by centripetal and centrifugal forces,
I looked at a point
and asked,
‘Are you my source? ‘
The point remained silent.
The infinite space replied with a sigh,
‘The point you see on my bosom was a wound,
now it’s a spot.
I just felt a sharp object penetrating my heart
and when another point started moving
you came into being.
Your are the locus of a point that moves so
that its distance from the spot always remains the same.
Neither I can kiss you nor can you kiss me!
How can I tell you where is your source
when I am myself source-less!
Forget all,
I love you orbiting round me
and to love someone makes life beautiful.’
I shall ask the time, it’s ancient.
Time started laughing
and its laughter
brought tears in his eyes.
Time said, ‘My roots are inside the infinity,
my branches are spreading and spreading,
I feel as if I am sucking something from someone
but who is that one?
I, too, do not know.
I am also helpless like you.’
I said to myself let all go to hell,
I shall myself become a source of beauty,
I shall now concentrate on my orbiting,
I think I can add a rhythm to it
and I can make it an attractive dance.
Hoping someone who loves my orbiting
will love me more when I dance nicely.