By Siddhant Gupta
I cried yesterday.
shed some grief laden tears.
it was regular old crying until
the joy, the utter joy that bolted through
when that grief, after travelling a certain depth,
hit like a sweet spot, isolating other spots of the organ of emotions.
naming that spot, the g-spot of emotions.
the spot overturned the grief into joy.
water to wine was the last event that came close.
the g-spot, essentially, making me realise how i am alive enough to grieve and cry.
now i am the one chasing this godly-spot, like orgasms.