Gravitation…

In the bliss of that moment
I turned into a breeze in the autumn.
Fragrance of a thousand and one hysteric nights
Overwhelmed in the petals of the heart.
I was floating and drifting sleeplessly into the
Lonely coach where you were lying.
And wrote my adoration on the brim of that
Honey-comb, emanating the sweet scent of love;
Without your knowledge; without you knowing it.

In the euphoria of that blissful moment,
My mind became that pavane of a peacock
And its music flowed as a lullaby through
My sinews, that was thirsting for long.
I gave out the rhythms of my soul,
To the heartbeats that quivered in her…

Unable to define…

What can we call the chants of invocation
Springing out, between two souls….LOVE?

What is the name of that tragic insipid emotion
Evolving inside the heart, at the time when unable
To hear a coveted voice,
You were endeavoring to hear…LOVE?

Can you call it, an undulating adoration?
When the heart is chilled, with thrills and pleasures,
By the sprinkling of a meek bliss,
Through the words you hear at a time,
While you were craving to hear it?

Give an endearing tag, for the infinite sweetness
For the exultation you enjoy,
When you blot the honey, lurking in the tear drops,
From her eyes, with your lips,
Through, the compassion and love from your mind.

Do not try to define the sublime and winsome emotion,
That makes your reminiscence affable,
With the alluring charisma of a rainbow,
Radiating its luster, in your heart.

Let it dulcify the last moments of your life
With its nectar, held in its embryo, for our after life…


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