Carries me into the core of existence,
The love in your voice.
Deeper than ocean's secret,
Mysterious, yet promising like the
Silver linings of sun.
My enlightened soul sips the freedom,
And roams through
All the emotional translucency.
For she knows,
True journey of souls only begins,
When there is no possibility of ending.

I can still remember that dusk,
We stepped out in the drizzle to collect
The pebbles of sun.
They kept swirling in the airstream,
So soft, so free like your thoughts
Inside my ribcage.
Cold sprinkle made some of them wet,
Some even vanished before we touched their senses.
Mostly oval and round shaped,
With the playful brightness of seven colours.
You moved through them,
And let your skin absorb their vivid glow.
Fragments of violet brushed your eyelashes,
Hair accepted the waves of green.
While I placed
Sensual conjugation of orange and red
On your palm.
And it blushed like the primitive dawn,
The dawn of creation
When sun had first dropped its pebbles,
On the bare chest of earth.

Our days and nights are akin now,
Wrapped with monologues from our
Silenced lips.
Little breaths break down
Under the hours of the antique clock
On our glass wall,
And we keep drawing with our eyes
A curved line of infinity,
Expecting it would lend our souls a path
To reach home safely.

Frozen images, floating slowly,
Beneath the glaciers of sub-consciousness.
Some figures throb,
Stirred by sudden emotional storm,
Wet and grey like clouds.
Those burry faces feel the focus of aurora,
Hands start caressing dreams
Spreading the familiar scent of warmth,
While ears drink the whiteness of laughter.
Yet everything is so misty blue.
Unnerving coldness strengthens the distance
Between present and past.
And one figure,
Leaning on the terminator line,
Waves frantically towards my opaque walls
Before drifting off inside my darkness.