Don't you love the morning, it's calm?
i love,but not the frown
on it's face,
evenings anoint
a golden glow on your
lonely mind,
a gift, absolute free, if you know, how to receive!
evenings are meant for wonders,
(one girl who shared the magic of many evenings
used to tell, over and over again, a kindred soul
i still remember.But that was in another life.Forgotten)
when the moment is ripe,
you become one with the heart of things
without even words or gestures
at the moment of meeting this girl
I could discern; she was voice of wonder
her silence, i realized, were
whispers of jasmine flowers in spring.
i had this whim, to talk to her eyes,
they, as i expected were eloquent,
there were wet messages sent by water,
my water table resonated.
it was almost mystical; each element
eyeing at corresponding element.
she pulled down the curtains,
and in that darkness with wings
she created, we gently kissed
probing the depths; crevices that
suddenly start to thirst,
outside her window flowers were smiling at us
i thought, hoped nobody would knock at the door;
silence moved our hearts with it's music surpassing limits,
outside the window, in it's cage
the pet parrot, tried to tell it's master
that we kissed like passionate lovers,
and then breaking brittle silence,
she spoke for the first time,
"Listen to the inflections of musky Champaka flowers"
all my senses were eager to obey her,
after a long languid walk, the evening
started it's race towards darkness,
you get the messages mostly when
light tells it's mind,I know this much
all that mattered was the wonder-
she brought that in abundance to the evening.
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