Friday, March 25, 2011
You stood before me like a rosebud
With a single petal unfolded.
The desires crooning in the mind,
The unsaid words compressed in the thoughts,
All rushed into the mind impatiently
And settled in my fingers to pen it.
The flowers of my sighs paved your path,
And you came as a breeze over
The cascade of my love.
You came in the chariot of the rain,
Stood as a cloud above me to pour down.
I never picked up a rose and offered it to you
At any time, yet, how come you knew?
My roses are blooming for you and
Permeating its fragrance, for you alone.
How is that? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!
I never spoke a word to you, on the
Sweetness of your love, filling my heart.
I never blotted and dried up, the moisture
from your eyes, in your solitude.
Yet, you knew my desires grazing on your soul,
Were to know your thoughts.
You never hummed a song, even for a moment
That came into your mind;
In the wee hours of the night,
When the stars perplexed and the nature
Shrouded in the morning mist,
I did not embrace your tender body
Yet, you understood my thoughts were
Hovering above you, and caressing you.