Silence...

My silence is brimming with love only;
My silence always redolent with love.
Seeing, without speaking enhances it.
You departed suddenly, away from my vision
Leaving a thousand dreams within me,
Full of delectable ecstasies,unrelenting.

I kept my fingers entwined over my eyes,
And sat in vigil for your return, interminably.
Come over and cling to my arms, walk with me,
Hugging and leaning on my body,
In the windy paths of life’s hazardous voyage.
Through births and rebirths this love
Fills my silence and my desolate soul.

Afflicted!

In a desolate and forlorn night,
Amidst the strange fantasy of a dream:
You became a desire and obsession in me.
I have become a moon stone, liquefying and,
Dissolving in your moon light, and in your life;
A chilling stream on a winter day;
A goblet brimming with sweet champagne,
Being filled by unknown and unseen hands.
You reached me and you filled my soul;
You sprouted as an oasis, in the wilderness
Where the cruel sun scattered
Embers of stones, all around my treads.


Why did you arose again, as a melody in my dreams,
In the lute of my heart?
This worthless birth can not do anything now
But, only just bless you to live a fulfilling life.
Dreams which refuse to die in memories,
Which we dreamt together, have now
Become, smithereens of a gorgeous painting.
You are becoming a poignant recollection
In me, invoking stifling sobs and sighs
Within me, stricken with utter grief.