You might
have not seen me,
I am a wanderer.
I seek
the flakes, the petals
The fragrance, the density,
The candy, the sour
Most exciting it must be….
I reach on
Lands green and yellow,
Rivers hot and cold,
Sky red and dark,
But I don’t see fire…
I travel through
The stormy sea,
To my exciting heaven.
Are you there?
May it be the
Very cold touch
That I stay chilled,
An exciting hug,
That I burn white…
I’m sure,
It’s the feathering romance
Between me and death.
Sunitha Ganesh












Great poem…It reminds me of Divine Comedy by Dante