… anxiously I wait … the mere thought gives goosebumps … the
soft, velvety touch … smitten with the furry of milky light… touch as smooth
that a feather would hurt … pulping is a life … in it comes out of a dab … throbbing
in rhythm … contraction and dilation … pumping the red liquid … pulsar of
energy with pseudonym life …. stunned is a consciousness at the advent of
another … serendipity...ecstasy … jubilant ... rejoicing in the bask…the bundle
of joy … in my arms … world ensconce … the tiny organ of sight … clinched…the
miniature workers fisted in conclusively … the gushing cold breeze of rains
kissing my body … the winter chill drips from cerebrum to toe … summer in my
chest … would nestle this procreation …
...dedicated to my Radha
