Panacea…

I always sing the melodies you write;
Reminiscence, a tintinnabulation
Scherzos, a panacea for my soul,
Your tantrums, tantalizing the core of my being.

Covertly you stole my heart, in the first glance
Second time, I felt something else
Choking my breath with sweet honey
Of your mesmerizing glimpse,
Later I coveted to see you again
That urge, budding into a magnificent obsession,
A craving, to be near you, eternally.

A harem of admiring nymphs, surrounding you
Offering encomiums on the success of your
Splendor tapestry, in artful creations.
I could niether discern you through lives,
Nor cover my silence in quietness,
Nor glitter, as a golden flame in you,
Nor melt as, a molecule of dust under your feet.
But remained, as a relentless ache, of the sun
In the twilight of the dusk, in a far away corner.
And piercing loneliness all around me.
I sat and my soul hummed those melodies.

Aren’t you the lullaby of my life, my world?
Take me as a teeny drop of rain, hanging
Over the edge of a leaf in your garden.
Accept me as the tranquil breeze, dampened
In the mist of my forlorn tears;
Let me be with you, yet for a brief moment.