Echoes Of Unwritten Verses... Poem by RK

One day, standing one twilight land,
Saw you passing thru shades divine;
‘Lil Cupid came
And took his aim,
Felt your name in my heart was signed;
With arrow's knot,
Verses I shot
With endless stanzas, words and lines
And they won't break
For else's sake -
Until you're mine
[Until you're mine]...

One day, resting one misty forest,
I asked, 'When will my dawning come? '
It loomed aloof,
With howling wolves,
Said, 'Not until you're sin-succumbed'...
One rose it sent,
With that I went
Towards your door and had it clumped -
Till all meets doom,
It will perfume
In your sanctum...
[In your sanctum]...

One day one star falling from far,
Asked me if there were things I yearned;
'Don’t ask me, dear,
And don’t come near,
For by my half, your brightness shuns'...
It stopped mid-way
And burnt away,
Vanished beside the countless suns -
Still on with halt,
My star won’t fall,
Till you I stun...
[Till you I stun]...

One day I wrote to winter one note,
As king, 'When is returning spring? '
The winter smirked,
From frosty dark,
And sent one dove with divine wings;
Its flesh I tapped
Upon my lap,
Pondered, if now my life death brings -
When my life’s left
That dove will wait
To hear you sing...
[To hear you sing]...

One day I sank one riverbank,
Your boundless miles I tried to swim;
It counter waved,
Having me saved,
And sent one mirror from its stream;
Looked at my face,
With faithless grace -
Your endless dreams far away dimmed -
That mirror will
Be gleaming still
A lonesome seam...
[A lonesome seam]...

One day one lightning roared up bright,
'Why yours and mine rains seem the same? '
With swaddled look,
My sad head shook,
For there was nothing to proclaim;
The lighting felt,
My silent tale,
One dim mist thru its tempest came -
When dust I've become
That mist will hum
And loom your name...
[And loom your name]...

One day I nodded to one God,
Blessings for you were what I craved;
From heavens' pits
That Godly wrist
Showed me a dew from hidden cave;
I thought for while
And found God's whys
For that dew had eternal save
And it won't dry
Will splash your sky
Upon my grave...
[Upon my grave]...

One day my corpse versed to a verse,
Thinking of your eternity;
With sleepless dreams
On my dead glimpse,
Felt words aren't of infinity;
Planted two seeds
Of Tulip's breed,
When I'm not in vicinity -
Will grow those flowers
With dreams of ours
‘Neath showers of your divinity...