Friday, February 17, 2012
No words are essential, in the melodies of love,
No hues in the spectrum are needed to paint my annals.
While you cast a look into my soul
Though you know not the impact of such a look
There lay embedded a thousand of desires ,
Comprising and evolving from infinite imaginations
Idling dormant in your heart for long,
And longing to see the light of realization.
Wherever you are, your heart throbs come to
Me, like the soft breeze in the air, stealing the
The fragrance of your hair held
In the palm of the wind, embracing you.
And when I kiss those petals of buds about to
Enfold into a bloom, they turn into a hue
Of pink softness, with the coyness felt of the sweetness,
Like that of your marvelous lips.
I will wait for you under the canopy of the stray moon light.
As the path you walk through, are adorned by
Countless glow worms, like the yonder stars of the Milky way.
I will embrace your soul and whisper into your ears
That you are my beloved and will diffuse
In the ecstasy of that immaculate rapture.