Watery Angel Poem by ajith patnaik

before me does she stand
like a watery angel.
everthing, did i forget about myself.
i was immersed and drowned in her magic.
meaning of my life and my soul
reached its zenith that very moment.
the music of the drops
falling and splashing on the ground
sounded as if the veins of my heart
became the strings of musical instruments
sing for her and applauding
the devine beauty under
the thin blanket of magic
created by the drops of water.
this dream seems so true and
i know not how to freeze it.
but if this really is a dream
i know not how to face the truth.
truth, that this is all a hollow dream.
my silence is forcing me to stop thinking
about the truth which is covered with sharp thorns.
i know not where my letter of love
is lost without reaching her.
this seems to be a curse
in the disguise of a boon.
but i care not about the truth
as a sculpture of her image is
already erect in the temple of my heart.