Life n a Camera

As  pigeon's blood dripped
the floor mat into red
its feathers floated n air
dropping into the ground
like our long last love

A lone coconut in the sea shore
waves kissing the deep kernal
washed our foot prints on sand
robbing our moments of love

Your hands over the tree trunk
meeting my hairy chest
the dew on tea leaves
moistens your fingers
like when you feel my lips

Each time you rise up in swing
your legs touch the horizon
Smile spreads over grief smitten life
you know deep down
my hands , my body , my smell
swings your life for ever ..