Sunday, March 6, 2011
My soul was in a slumber.
Then you came and showered
Your fragrance, through your kisses
And awakened me from my sleep…..
I am, now imprisoned in a solitary
Cell, of your ardent love.
The heart yearns for looking out
To see the vistas of green plush valleys;
Sylvan hills, where the nymphs roam;
The stream where the thousand suns
Envisions through bubbles and foams;
Where the green paddy fields ripple
In the breeze, and the lonely man angling
For a stray fish and sings his
Favorite lines, of a popular ballad;
Where, the one legged stork watch
The clouds wandering over the distant
Horizon, casting a shadow, over the
Dales. and the hills on its sojourn;
Where, the boatman sings a mournful lyric
And rows happily against the tide….
The rain splattering on the placid lake
Making tiny holes in the surface….
Where the rain drips through the leaves
Of the needle trees, in lustrous rivulets;
Where the urchins play, and gleefully
Jump naked, into the murky pond.
Your soothing fingers caressing my nape
While you stand close, embracing me
Arouse me from these reveries of the
Long forgotten fantasies; suddenly
I realize, that all these are embedded
In your feather touch…