Wonder that is a Woman

Wonders of her mind :
She unfolded like a little rain
That was waiting for my weathers
She entangled my eyes with silky words
May be I was a rain-forest before

Only to wish a better morning
I wished her sweet dreams
Not knowing the cast of plays
that web her dreams and nights
that cast a shadow on her eyes
that craves for humble waters
that coils round the hands of a little child

Behind the whys and ifs of her
I found a little child
woke up so early in her nights
silent so late in her songs
half said, half being unwritten

Wonders in her little breath
That Only she knows
Wonders in her special smiles
Wonders in her web of questions
It is a journey called woman
That I venture now and ever
From the origin of silence
Through the mist and oak woods
Through the valleys of wishes
Through the silky words and snakes of charm

She herself was a wonder to her
In her web of questions
In her closed ends of skies
In her unknown knots
In her spellbound dreams
I am just a traveler

For her, her childhood and her future
Wonder that is a woman
No wonder why I still wander in her silence

Wonders of her words:
A woman is a woman
Godard* said
Wonder that is woman
No body said, as far as I know

We make stories on her
As if she is a headless coin
That we can toss forever

We believe she is shallow like a song
We believe in her imminent depths
So as to cross her forever

Wonder that is woman
Why do you need her mysteries
When she herself has no stories of her own
All she needs is a mist in your days
All she love is a song in her little roads 

#Gokul Alex

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* Jean Luc Godard - A French Film Maker