Awakening

Natasha Afrin

 

She dipped her fingertips into the ocean of light

and drank from the elixir of life

enlivened by itssugary-salt, salted-sugary smell

caressing the warmth with her tongue

with an awareness of a chilling sensation

running down her spine,

her blood, her cells,

to the lofty chambers of her cave

Offering him the abundance of life

An amazement of soft-fierce embrace

 

She lay struck by the force of

ruthless ruptures ravaging her

hardly penetrable to the imposing, brooding universe

that stood like a paralysed patient

 

While the souls bathed in ananda,

In the joy of first ray of sunlight

radiating from their widened irises

their truth-filled eyes.