Remembering

How would you like to remember me

as Joan of Arc after deluge,

as Lakshmi after the churning of seas,

as ambrosia dripping from

the mouth of Vasuki,

as Cleopatra waving  the Nile

an invisible song in a dark alley..

Ha..ha.. ha... these are images

blindmen visualize

Don't you have eyes, look at me

and say how will you...

O' you! I always  thought

you in me, built into

my dream, my memory:

you as my jailor,who

fed me with smiles

by remote control.

I'll remember you as lovely

alien wings of a butterfly

murmuring strange sounds

whose heavy meaning eludes.

I'll remember your eyes

like framed beads winking

away my memory,floating

around a still point of my

Princess’kingdom of love.

Well thanks- but I'll remember you

As the sun flying around me

burning me to a flaming lyric.

Sabita Sahu