Beside the pitch darkness, I look for you-
Frenetically, through all my pockets of memory
When my search leads me to dawn-you-
In the early teen of morning sun
That quest invigorated, driving to ecstasy-you!
Oh muse!
In the early childhood of night, I long-
For that picture, I hold in my bosom
I wait with bated breath-words,
To sniff my path out, down the smell of evening
Your smile, tune, brims empty pockets in happiness.
A storm within seething, settle, murmuring silence of yours
Eyes, where my soul finds its sanctuary, to rest
Bewitched, summer has passed-I longed for, daylong
You bring - awaited rain in my eyes, that thunder -never ceases,
my arms-you reflect this lazy voice, whispered to perfection.
We spoke-smiled-fly up above the crystal blue,
Without a word, in pouring drops, I look for you-
Down the wee hours-each fateful strides through darkness;
On the bygone -vivid streets of our dream -land,
Countless, you bring to me that world-wonderland of happiness.
In tired walks of freedom, i look for you-down the dusk
Peace; enchanted lay- by your name- I behold it exist within
In you, I reflect upon the long journey of life -you gifted
This mute layman-observer, who loved life-perceived in youhand
Hand to hold, heart to hide in cosiness, eyes to wonder-You
My only completeness- I looked for not in darkness of world-
You lit that millions lamp in your chamber within my prized vault;
I see, and hear in every words, beat, vessels invested
Life-life for me that vanishes all pain- melting into a sparkle
The droplets down your chin, I dearly long for You-ever as strength!
I find, the quickening spirit of your pen cures,
My body, purifies this heart, shoots for the sky-
That I draw immense strength, out in trouble-
In your name, sweet memories, words, smells& everything You-
First, to next I discover- the divinity of the Muse I longed!
That call out of passivity is left behind-
With clarion call-you entwined this lagged spirit-
And everything I owe you, plans of the divine-
We gather, sing rising to the tune of the master,
Of life- you, and everything so special in life, beyond labyrinthine!
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That call out of passivity is left behind- With clarion call-you entwined this lagged spirit- And everything I owe you, plans of the divine- We gather, sing rising to the tune of the master, Of life- you, and everything so special in life, beyond labyrinthine! Loved reading it