When I am with you, even hell feels like heaven,
For I have seen God walking beside you.

But how long can fragrances last?
When the scent of you emits all around.
A 'Sampangi' sensation that outlasts.

When the moon touches your cheeks with moonlight,
It whispers about you.
It groovingly descends the light,
Echoing you thrice, like in the love fable - 'White Night.'

Then, like always, it happens in a way
That even poems can't define it by any means.
Anyway—

My face talks more than my tongue.
The pumping muscle has started throbbing outside my lungs.
I am now away from sanity—
Now, delved into the world of chattiest utterance.