SHE IS MINE....
Words flee when I try to depict the beauty of my beloved.
Immaculate, soul stirring..
You may also praise her at the sheer sight of her.
Still to find another fairy more fairest than her now.
Like the beauty portrayed in the Ajanta Mural paintings..
The bewitching spell in her eyes..
Like the sweet scented melody..
As the heavenly philharmony floating in the firmament
Enrapturing and enervating the senses..
Like the sandal fragranced moon light
That beams down on a full moon day..
A garden in full bloom in the Spring..
Like the first radiant ray of the morning sun..
A captivating, eyeful statue made by the Creator
Carved out of sandalwood..
Or from the finest alabaster of Italy;
Is it the moon shining there on her face
I can not make out the truth.
Like a flower ever fresh and unwilted;
Like a beautiful GHAZAL or the eye of the Ghazal;
A bud of the Lotus in the Mansarovar
Or the incarnated imagination of the soul;
A splendid dream with its magnificent interpretation
It's like the never ending story in the
"Thousand and One nights"...
A medley of realities and imaginations;
A countenance unique in all aspects;
The forehead resembling that of an elephant;
A body vanquishing the butter, melting at my touch...
I cannot cast away my eyes from her eyes anymore,
They invite me to drink from those goblets
filled with the wine of her love, intoxicating me.
She looks down with coy meekness;
She looks up towards heaven in prayer..
Her glances up and down captivate the earth and
The sky together as Narcissus.