The Fifth Element

The Fifth Element short poem

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She glides through air,
though she is claimed
by everything and everyone.
Mind and matter are hers,
for she is their fount.
She has no name,
but every name begins
with and ends into her…

She’s lighter than light itself,
simpler than a drop of rain,
more beautiful than beauty itself.
She fills the universe with love,
and dreams of being loved like a dream.

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Saurin Desai

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Saurin Desai’s first love led to a roaring affair that's ongoing now since nearly 30 years. At the innocent age of 8 he met a comic book that whacked him on the head (pun intended) and he fell heels-over-head, literally (pun not intended). But being commitment-phobic, he had a couple of dalliances: with engineering, jobs & businesses, before succumbing to the seduction of the writer's life and giving up everything to become lazier than he ever was. Through all of this he continued to rendezvous with poetry. And after one very, very, long pregnant pause, the poems that had owned him all these years recently agreed to stop possessing him and start haunting the world. And, here we are..."Solitude and Other Obsessions"
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