Every time the wind shares secrets-
she carry from the heart of the forest,
making me her beloved;
the brook, in love with the flower bed
in the valley, stops for a moment,
forgetting his mad rush downwards,
and wistfully say a few words of endearment,
though their love will remain unconsummated,
my lonely heart stops its beat, for a moment,
'my unknown love,' palpitatingly it sighs,
'where are you?'
my heart sinks in to a pit, which only
the lovelorn regularly visit,
i know, i know,
the life is transient, this eager eyed wait
to see, look deeply in to the clear mirror of your eyes,
and canoodle, is really tragic,
as i don't know how long it would take.
But a moment of effulgence,
a touch of your magic fingers,
is all it takes to drive,
the darkness accumulated in my
cloudy psyche.
Its my penance,
**to cut the Karmic chord
that binds me with Samsara's,
phantasmagoria of kaleidoscopic changes,**
get me free and put
on the swing
where you are on eternity's wings.
OO
Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 1:38 AM UTC
Every time the wind shares secrets-
she carry from the heart of the forest,
making me her beloved;
the brook, in love with the flower bed
in the valley, stops for a moment,
forgetting his mad rush downwards,
and wistfully say a few words of endearment,
though their love will remain unconsummated,
my lonely heart stops its beat, for a moment,
'my unknown love,' palpitatingly it sighs,
'where are you?'
my heart sinks in to a pit, which only
the lovelorn regularly visit,
i know, i know,
the life is transient, this eager eyed wait
to see, look deeply in to the clear mirror of your eyes,
and canoodle, is really tragic,
as i don't know how long it would take.
But a moment of effulgence,
a touch of your magic fingers,
is all it takes to drive,
the darkness accumulated in my
cloudy psyche.
Its my penance,
**to cut the Karmic chord
that binds me with Samsara's,
phantasmagoria of kaleidoscopic changes,**
get me free and put
on the swing
where you are on eternity's wings.
OO
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