Treasure Island

Piyush Dey


My Companion Is God

My companion is like God
My lover is like God
Whether I love or worship
Whether I love or worship
Both are the same thing
Nature is always primary
Nature is always primary
Why should I go to the temple
My companion is God
Why should I go to the mosque
My companion is God
I have poems in my breathes
I sing love songs in each corner
She is the lake of beauty
I am old thirst
I drank with eyes
the water of that beauty
I pass my life staring her
If some other thought comes, I leave that at sudden
I wore the perfume of love
And now I have fragrance
Now only she is smelt
in me every moment...

Submitted: Thursday, July 04, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013
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  • Hans Vr (7/18/2013 8:12:00 PM)

    When our mind, heart and soul is open foor the peace of our God, when we manage to tune in to our God, we reach a top from where we can see the beauty in each and everyone and everything. Keep up the excellent work. Very good (Report) Reply

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