HIATUS...

Affections, desires, aspirations!
The varied moods stemming in the soul;
The tune of music that is in the song
Is the sublime sound fulfilling my dreams.
Let such music come to pass, in the
Honey comb of flowers and drip down
Its nectar, into the dazzling radiance of love.
That is the rhythm of the torrential music;
The music which dances, emanating
Out of her lips, and the cadence that
Quenches the thirst, of my weary heart.
Let the resonance of it be carried through
The ripples of breeze that quivers the blossoms,
Under the silver clouds hanging above sylvan
Hills of my lonely existence, and make them
My heart beats, sustaining my spirit...

A thirst…

You have become a thirst in my life,
And the desire always sought by my spirit.
A melody, resonating ever in my heart;
A dream resplendent with sweet visions of beauty!

Where is the pleasure, the embers of the
Flaming heart is seeking desperately?
The lamps extinct, the shores immersed in gloom;
Where is the golden morning of my dreams?
Where is tear welling eyes, filled with compassion
For the wounded deer, writhed in pain?
Where is the nest, which knows the grief
Of the lonely bird, seeking the shelter of a tree?

I will wait for you, in a hut on the bank of
The stream, singing with its ripples, my memory.
I will give you the heart of the sky chanting
A lullaby to the rainbow, in its lap as a cradle.
And fragrant flowers, blooming in my arteries
Which know the murmur of my heart-throbs.
And the purest of dreams awake in the eyelids
Melting into oblivion, in my sleep;
To make you the happiest human being on this earth...

My golden dawn…

No need for another sunrise;
You are my golden dawn.
Another sweet spring returning to the garden
Is in vain, since you are beside me.

I came here just to listen to the rustling of
Your anklet and the symphony it instill.
My life turned in harmony with the music
Emanating from the lute, of your consolations.
You have become the melody of my soul,
And its infinite, eternal flame.

We sat on the shores of our desires;
You stood in your waywardness,
Where the waves swirled and caressed you,
Writing and wiping out, our dreams on the sand
We spent nights with our aspirations
Sleeping on the stones, holding its own dreams,
And they turned our dreams, exciting our longing
Into lascivious yearnings, in the mornings.

The pearls in your anklets are the stars in the heaven;
The Golden Fleece in the sky is the silken cover of your breast.
Your words reflect the smell of the musk,
Your eyes radiates the lustre of a thousand lamps in the dusk
The ineffable delight searching a sculptor, you are
Ethereal and a paradigm of Venus.