Of life Stuti Ashok Gupta

A poem about how your body
releases,
recovers
and repairs from stress.

When you yawn,
like a child - open and unashamed,
When you cry,
like a baby
hungry for mother’s breast,
Your body is getting rid of strains
as you shake
like a lose electrical wire
hanging in the wind,
Have you noticed
how your stomach gurgles?
And how your spine
passes down chills?
All a oblivious piece
of the code language

- including,
Hysterical laughters
just like those
that bunch of women laugh,
when nobody’s watching
& giggles
like of two notorious boys
after they break
their neighbour’s glass window
with their ball,
Your body
is releasing it every time you tingle
- kind of like the one when you hold someone’s hands,
someone that you’re in love with.

Between the deep breaths
and heavy sighs -
your body is telling you
to slow down,
Between the waves of heat
that rush in
and the sweat
on your forehead -
your body is asking you
to be gentle.

Don’t control it.
Don’t cage it.
Don’t hide it.
Give a moment to your body,
To find it’s way
to the equilibrium.
Be with it.
Listen to it.
Be gentle.
Stay gentle.
Stay gentle.