An year is born
And my wishes galore

I wish to be the swirl
Of a whirling dervish

I wish to be the fingers
of a classical pianist

I wish to be the
melodious wind off a flute.

I wish to be the melting glacier
of the mighty Himalayas

I wish to be the Dew on
the first day of Spring

I wish to be her unlocked hair
when she blossoms in my passion

I wish to be the sweat on her *****
after the wildfire I set is settled.

I wish to be my unfulfilled desires
For they are the best of me.

Up there in the mountains, a mighty lake
Lies near the Valley of flowers.

Let me carry you there
It takes a day's trek.

Let's start a bonfire to match
our burning desire.

Let me wrap my hand around your hips
And we will stare at the endless horizon.

Let the lake envy your eyes,
As it can't match the depth

There I will plant a peck on your cheek,
A cheek as spotless as the lake surface .

Lie me on your lap dear, let me wrap my hand Around your waist and kiss your navel.

Bend down and kiss me, my dove.
Let me suckle the warmth of your lips

Let's put out the bonfire
And let the passion burn the night.

Let's live the life of an eternity.
In that night of perpetual bliss.

I am the body sans its soul
I am dressed in fancy work attire
I glow like any gentleman's body
I look like the master of my world

I step into the ergonomical work world
Only that in real it's a glass walled Colosseum

There is a Caesar up there in a throne
There are lot of cheers for me
But at the end of the day
I am just a slave dressed up as gladiator

The arena is set; mud covers yesterday's blood
Gods of the sky, be around
Soak up my sweat if I live through the day
Soak up my blood, if I dont make it that way.

The fight is on, villains galore
Sometimes they are the warriors dressed up in gold
Some times they are the monstrous beasts thirsty for my blood
Either ways it is a battle for life and bread.

The day is coming to close..
Doesn't matter whether I win or lose
I end up kneeling down
At the end of Caesar's throne

What will the Caesar do now?
Doesn't matter any how
I have to return here tomorrow
Without my soul in tow

I wanted to swim
the ocean that is you

I wished to travel
The road that is you

I longed to spend my solitude
In the woods that's you

I yearned to cleanse myself
In the waterfall that is you

And finally i wanted to leave the world
On the wooden cross that's you

Many times I wished to run to you
but a good part of me held me back
And I sipped the moonlight thinking of you

I am not the embodiment of your soul
Nor I am the yin of your yang
But I realise now,
that I am you
I am you.