Saturday, May 3, 2008
Scented with grief,
Dazzling of dreams,
Smiles of a bloom,
With these, the nectar of your heart,
When you touched the door of my soul……
Carrying honey in the petals of your heart,
When I abruptly saw you standing at the door,
Clad in the acquiescent demureness,
Horripilating unawares, the ‘I’ in me,
Was lost, in an endearing trance.
My immaculate one!
That elegance permeating in your chest,
Is what I am seeking all the time in this wilderness.
That poise is like the memory of a magic
Filled vista of a sky, adorning a majestic rainbow.
When it becomes, a delight in all my wakeful hours.
My angel! I am waiting for you!