Eyes along rose-aisle wanders and ponders,
eager to experience the explosive wonder,
amorous thunder in scentful embrace
elope with the trail of darkening banyan shade.

Reality with realmless ravishing painting
in a suave sensation surmises our surreality,
thoughts of past like thorns of Bengal rose
swim in sour and sweet wind of stormy candour.

At the dusk of divine splendour
wrapped in romantic lazy luxuriousness
I listlessly look at the blossoming spring,
an enchanting evening of thoughtful dreams,
radiant midst of melancholic screams
embraces the dark shade of bordering woods.