Let me kiss you under the bamboos

Let me kiss you under the bamboos

I remember, A memory begins—personal and vivid.

The lights were travelling through Light as a metaphor for time and fleeting beauty.

And through bamboo, Bamboos stand for silence, stillness, nature watching.

Ah! Leaving sun-streaks on your face. A moment of intimacy painted by the sun.

“I could be perverted,” I said. A confession that mixes honesty with danger.

You were silent like those bamboos. Silence of the beloved, mirroring bamboo’s quiet.

Standing and being silent Patience and waiting as acts of love.

Got the permission to slide into your heart Entry into the heart—earned, not taken.

But, But every closeness holds its contradictions.

I didn’t know Self-awareness of difference in desires.

My perverseness was different from yours. A divergence of perverseness, not shared.

You, The beloved as transient—like clouds.

Came and gone A fleeting presence that leaves a mark.

Like, scudded clouds, far into the sky. The metaphor of clouds—drifting, unreachable.

Leaving beautiful, trails of memories. Memories as trails, eternal.

Like in the stories, parted with incomplete denouement, Life rarely offers neat conclusions.

Indeed. And so it is.

Would you come to sit with me, An invitation back to love.

Under the lilac. Under bamboos! A serene, romantic natural refuge.

If I may insist, darling. A plea—gentle but insistent.

Do you remember? The question of memory.

How we were parenthetically close Closeness framed in parentheses—temporary.

To one another, An intimacy fragile and fleeting.

We used to be quiet for a good minute Shared silence as love.

And during those implacable moments I think of, and pray, let this tranquility last forever. Turning silence into prayer. A wish for permanence in a fleeting world.

Love of Verbal fencing Love as wordplay, swordplay.

Fear of throes Fear always lingers with love.

But we didn't die that day. Yet survival—love and memory persist.