GAURI DIXIT

GAURI DIXIT

About Being In Love And Being Out Of Love

This is not a scream, I just call out of love

No deranged theatrics, this is all out of love

Give me a carving knife and your name

On my arms I would just scrawl out of love

Let our breaths be the rainbow threads

Weaving an exquisite shawl out of love

Our souls will be the mortar and bricks

Building an indestructible wall out of love

No wicked distractions, no indifference

Nothing to push us apart or haul out of love

Waste not a moment of what we have

For tomorrow we may fall out of love

Places You Can Find Love

Places you can find love

It sits around lurking in places

You touch me all over

Nothing moves

Erogenous zones

Evade you yet again

All you leave with me

Is pain

You have emphasized in the past

That you are not looking for love

You emphasized it yesterday

That you are not looking for love

You have a banner on your back

"I am not looking for love"

I know

That you are not looking for love

But love doesn't know that

And it keeps finding you in many places

Hoping that one of these days

You will find it

Cheers To The Windowsill

On a windowsill

He waits for me

In the dark night

Unable to see

I have a choice

To be or to flee

The ledge creaks

As he adjusts the knee

Fragrant warmth

As steam wafts from his tea

Throw the night vision

Urges the bee

"Don't hesitate

Just follow me

I will take you across

The invisible sea

Beyond the horizon

And set you free"

I nudge away

The bee and her plea

On the windowsill

He waits for me

GAURI DIXIT

GAURI DIXIT when not busy working in her office, is busy being a traveller, climbing mountains, walking on untrodden paths, capturing the voice of a solitary flower blossoming from a rock or the bird sitting on a hanging branch, sometimes  the setting sun or the  sea  in her camera as well as in the words she weaves. Her poems speak in a voice which is unique, cold and direct. That she has been a part of many anthologies as well as a Reuel Prize awardee and had commendable mention at Destiny's Poet, is incidental. In her first book, ‘In My Skin, I Find Freedom’, there are poems on varied subjects, yet there is a common thread of a sceptical questioning mind of a free woman.