Your Flower Garden (Poetry Of Desire) Poem by Arun Maji

Yes, the golden valley between your two high mountains,
the heaven between my wakeful eyes and my dream,
the curvy passage between my desire and my death;
is my paradise, my eternal rest.

I am not sure, which I desire more-
you or your golden yellow valley?
Your flower garden or your soft curvy mountain?
Whatever! It really does not matter.
If I desire you, I have your bosom;
if I desire your bosom, I have you.

What a wonderful sight to see when you bend!
You bend,
and sun-rays smile and dance in your heaven;
breeze rushes to kiss it;
fragrance whistle in joy seeing it.
And I too, wake up to divine wakefulness.
My soul sings, heart dances, and blood cells cry in tandem-
"we want it, we want it now".

I am not sure,
how long I could live without devouring your bosom!
A second? No, a second too long.
A millisecond? No, that too very long.
Maybe, I could not live without it at all.

You may be thinking, I am sleeping.
But actually, I am not.
Even when I am sleeping, I have your softness in my dream.
Either in between my fingers, or in between my teeth.
I have it. I have it with me always.

Tell me,
what would happen to me when I die?
May be, I would die again after death
being starved of your flowery garden.

© Arun Maji
Painting: Fabian Perez