A Sweet Thunder And A Pouring Rain

You walked into my dream
Without knocking at the door
You touched me with a swift glance
My body melted like ice in volcanic fire

You knelt down by my river
To drink its water
Every sip you took
Another river emerged
We rested in the shores of infinity

When you walked to me
To take me in your arms
The birds forgot their songs
The river ceased to flow
That moment
The universe froze
Except for two
Not two but one
You and me

The clouds brushed
Lightning
A sweet thunder
Then pouring rain
The vineyards are filled with ripening grapes
And tulips bloomed in the backyard garden
I touched my lips
There was a pain-filled pleasure.

2017

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Shameela Yoosuf Ali

Shameela, the Editor-In-Chief of FemAsia, is an artivist and PhD researcher in Media and Cultural Studies.. Now residing in England, she carries a deep nostalgia for her homeland, Sri Lanka, which echoes through her writing and Art. Through her research and creative work, she explores the intersections of art, identity, and activism, shedding light on underrepresented voices.