Sunday, August 21, 2011
May I close the windows that were open yet;
Spread the eiderdown, and arrange the pillows,
Of that translucent lamp that
Immerse me in a state of bashfulness?
When the delicate fingers of the moonlight
Caress the embroidered exquisite damask curtains
I will adore the smirk of the flowers burgeoning,
When the dewdrops embrace and kiss them.
When the chill wraps me, off the breeze coming
From the banks of the brooks of nectar
I will give away myself to him, as a present,
Forgetting everything, in that sweet passion.
The ethereal moments, these emotional spasms;
The asperity makes me pallid and sequestered.
I now possess your desires inside me
Like you have taken away, the thirst in my soul.
As the luster of the dewdrops on the lotus petal
As spring blossoms on a naked branch after winter
Ecstasy enthralled in us, and in a vision
A tide of happiness is raising its waves in the mind.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
The sonorous spring has receded and
The effulgent tapestry faded out.
Can’t you just hearken to the vibes
Emanating from the darkened chasms
Of my heart, through the wailing wind?
Through the shores of opalescent moonlight
Where the golden swans of ambrosial
Dreams flutter and descend in cluster,
Your image is unfurling like sweet blossoms.
I miss you...I miss you entirely.
Why can't you come back to my side
For a moment, just to perceive for a while
The throbbing spasms of a crumbling life?
Your beaming smiles will shower golden rays
Over all the gloomy chambers of
My spirit, obscured by bemoaning desolation.
Can't you seek me out and reach me now
To relieve the dolorous despair in me,
And revive me from this enfeebled existence?
Thursday, August 4, 2011
You will not understand me anymore;
I just can't show your image
Embedded in my soul, by opening
The window of my cloistered heart.
I cannot sleep now when I ponder
How you could decipher the real
Lines in between my silences?
I am hiding among the branches of
A blooming tree, as the wind,
In the courtyard of your mansion;
I am also the vestige that embraces you.
I remember those words you uttered
Once, that you can't find me with your
Naked eyes, as though I am an apparition.
I may be a distant vision for your eyes now.
Still if you can keep your ears close to
My heart you could listen, my heart throbs
Very distinctly, pulsating with your name.
By the end of the winter, as your love starts
Pouring down as the rain, I will transform
To become the sodden earth, glistening
With your enrapturing moonlight.