My Global village
Abbas Panakkal
“The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It become small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.”
Seeking the sprit of eternal kiss
I peeped in to the depth of Stray Birds’ view.
No, it was not eternal in my cheek
or even on her purple lips.
A single perpetual jot
hardly left over my forehead.
I made repeat the kisses,
trailing its warmth in the messy hours.
I lost my first love
in the amid of spell changing.
The real revelation was
the vastness of the heart
save the taints of mere skin or flesh.
When the love unveiled secret body and mind
the life was breathtaking.
Globalisation of my village haunted me.
I lose sense between realities.
Putting off mask before paramours.
The tragedy ruins my village .
I myself misplaced virtues’ linen.
The greedy infatuation takes over her veil.
We lose beautiful hymns of our eternal kiss.
