She seldom said good night or did she reply,I didn't ask either,
She used to reply silence whenever I text her,(paraphrasing)
I created whatever I want from that silence,
I thought she is so magnanimous to provide such a nothingness to accumulate my thoughts,
But I don't know why they call it as a fantasy,anything that is created out of nothingness,
If this is a fantasy then the existence is a fantasy,as the existence is created out of nothingness,
I want her to be seen as a fictional figure rather than existential monument,
She never saw me with the eyes I saw her,
Perhaps I am talking about intention,
I think my love is unconditional and love is unconditional,
My feelings towards her doesn't have anything to do with her feelings towards me,
But sometimes it pangs me as how the flower feels when the bee sips the essence of it,
The flower accrues for over a period of time but the bee ***** out momentarily...
So did she **** out my love,
I love when she does that as the flower is indifferent to the suckling of bee,
Only her fragile silence invokes her virtual visage..
The visage with the black in her eyes,
The black which only eye-lids can shutter,
The moment she closes her eyes is the moment I see nothing,
The darting eyes,too irresistible to distract...

Where did you go my queen,
Sun eluded,darkness hued the sky,
Clouds amalgamated and the sounds emerged,
Thunder tingling the mother earth,
Where did you go,you two little foot with your graceful fingers and celestial hands,
Wandering in the cosmos of obliviousness,
My mind envisaging your pastiche presence,
I see ur smile drifting on the rays of the imbued rainbow:
When the mellows of the zephyr that carried the voice of your breathe that breezed in to my breathe,

The ecstasy of tears cracked through the clustered clouds,
My hair winding as the zephyr roving through synecdoche strands...
My palm is under the influence of the dripping water,
and my eyes caught you floating, like the foliage leaf,
The ellipsoidal life carried your simulacrum,
I asked the drops of globular life that where did she impersonate you,
She limned with the bubbles that spoke chirpily:
"I saw her While I was in jaunt trip with the chariot clouds and lilting thunder,
she was strolling in the frolic fields fuddled with wallowing winds....
Her long hirsuite was in harmony with the zephyr,
As the brother zephyr was billowing in to her hair...".

I don't know where the place is,even my mind tends to imagine it,,
but I feel I too could fuse with you in the midst of that perpetual bliss,
I am waiting for you as my body transferring heat to the dripping life,
Didn't u hear those imbued silences that yelled your name...
Where did u go you plenary pulchritude,It is from you that I read what undulations are.....
If you don't come,I will...when I do...you wouldn't...
We will melt as one to the one....

One drop of love does it as one drop of pure water would do it,
One drop of love took billion folds in him as the ripples form from the bubbles of the fish,
That million folds couldn't find the expression nor thoughts but ineffable intimacy,
That million folds couldn't find the expression but Ardhanarishvara,
he has to incorporate her in to himself,
Shed half of hisself to synergize her,
emerged a perfect human being,
Half-masculine and half-feminine,
The source of creation and creation fused,
Body couldn't control it,it is too much for the flesh,
flesh is to grave but the energies are to rave,
raving not with the mind but with the existence,
existence being unto itself....
the cells are scattered and hitting the boundaries with the ecstasy ,
breath became boisterous,
tears tilted across the breast and chest,
death and birth in one breath,
No more human parameters,
there is no more he and she,there is one....
he is bound by no more logic nor she,
Logic is for the mind but she is for him,
O my soul long the cohesion,
the cohesion that frees the innate freedom,
Per se the freedom from the cycles of death and birth,
There is no thought as there is a lot,
they transcended the physical dimension
they inundated in the experiential dimension of life,
A LIFE IN BILLION FOLDS.....