The dream that swooned on a bed
Of flowers, startled;
The breeze caressing my soul
Came riding in a boat of sandalwood
Gathering the scent of Jasmine from your body.
When I lie down to sleep and then to dream,
You always come to me as a sweet lullaby.
But what is the meaning of owning anything?
What is the meaning of relationship?
Do I own you? Relationships and dreams
Are vain, empty words - mirages!
In its attempt to embrace the shore
The waves are discarded. Is it wise to
Say that the wind belongs to both?
Do the firmaments own the clouds?
Writhing out and wandering away
From the clasp of the sky above it?
Do the bees arriving to snatch
The nectar, own the marvelous bloom?
Do the winds own the woods?
Do I belong to you?
Do the lips own the honey, of smiles appearing there
And withering away in moments?
Do the eyes own the tear drops oozing out
Of the grief stricken heart?
Do the moored boats own the water?
Do you own me?
Do you own the breath you inhale?
Do you own the earth receiving you in the last?
Do you ever imagine that your heart
Which loves me, belongs to you?
Belonging is a senseless word!
Who belongs to whom?
What belongs to anyone?