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…

My paradise…

If this moonlight, these flowers, this breeze
And you are with me eternally;
The music in the song of the nightingale;
This ache and twinge and you in my presence,
Giving me the ecstasy of a life time;
The sandal paste you adorn on your pretty forehead
The saffron moistened by the pearl of your sweat
As my fingers wipe them out while
I endearingly fondle your countenance
Sitting together in the moonlight;
Like a cloud showering its moist drops
On the leaves in the garden
I will cuddle your sweet face then…

The supple radiance of your body that
Lie sleeping on my chest, at this moment
Is similar to the dew drops on the blade of a grass,
And like the a pretty pearl blossoming in the mother of pearl,
Caressed by the serene rays of the evening sun.
The sweetness of your name pervades in each of my words.
I feel your proximity in my boundless dreams.