Gita Janaki writes

WOMEN IN LOVE

The sky won't come down,
if two women fall in love.
It has all those lesbian clouds up there
to take care of and the hell of a sun.
Physiology is not disturbed when
two pairs of voluptuous boobs
struggle for an embrace,
nor is anatomy put in distress
when two vaginas get excited.
Lips are lips and a kiss a kiss,
you never know the gender of it.
They can swing together on their moods,
divert weird thoughts and dreams.
They may swim the sea of pain,
by floating paper boats in menstrual blood.
Staying close when life starts sagging,
they become props, lifting each other upright.
Life becomes different when two women love.
Love becomes more lovable and more lovable.

Two Women Kissing -- Peter Behrens

Gita Janaki writes

ILLUSION

The kitten believed that
water is blue
and fish are birds
flying in water.
He had read so in his mother's diary,
and believed.

Sitting on the window sill,
he watched the blue sky
and the birds flying in the sky.
Ah fish in water!
Catching fish
is a basic instinct of cats.

The kitten jumped to catch a fish
He fell down from the heights
His fours failed him,
and he slipped into a dream
of blue waters, in a pool of
red water, down below.
Cats never commit suicide,
and it was unthinkable for a kitten.

What he never knew was that
his mother wrote poems.

The One that Got Away -- Diane Hoeptner

Gita Janaki writes

THE HOUSE

When I leave the house,

close the door and lock it,
I hear it yawn.
Nothing more to do,
it winks at me.
I smile back.

Although it has 
a number of rooms 
for company,
the house considers
me her soulmate.

She keeps me company
by constant chatter
asking me to remove the paintings
hanging on the wall
as they discolour her skin tone.
At times, pleads not to smoke inside
and cautions me of the dangers of smoking.

The house considers the floor her feet
and twitches in displeasure
when it is dirty
and giggles with pleasure
when I give it a scrub.

When I am back in the evening,
although there's no one else inside,
she wants me to press the calling bell
and when I do so
I hear the house
rising from under the blankets,
stretching and running to the door.
When I enter,
she catches me in a warm hug.