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
