033. My Aphrodite Poem by Praveen Kumar Title Golden Wonder

You are my love, my Aphrodite,
My means and end to fulfillment;
You are the stir deep within soul,
The light that sheds bliss to soul.

I seek you everywhere:
In blossoms that bloom,
In cool breeze of summer,
In dews on green leaves
In early hours of the dawn;
I long to hold you in my arms,
Our bodies clinging to the other,
My lips locked to liquid lips,
Hands on your heaving bosoms
And fires fiercely enflaming us;
Passions overwhelming both of us,
We drink from bowl we share together
Most exciting and sweet nectar
That numbs forever our separateness
So we merge in rising passion’s flood;
My hands in excited sweet madness
Cupping and fondling round bosoms,
And gently you, my love, seeking mine
Till I in haste bare all of mine,
And you imbibe me in sheer joy.

You are my colours, my fragrance,
You are soul in its sublime grace;
You are my rhythm, my heartbeat,
You are my depth and true height.

While low is soul and I grieve,
You rise at front from somewhere
And refill my cup
With joyous lilt and dance in heart;
You whisper strength
And carry to me the message of hope;
When I dip to pit of darkness
And recollect my old sad tales,
You break from dark
With lighted lamp in your hand
And comfort my staid broken soul
With kind and nice reasoned thoughts;
When at night I stare horizons,

You swim as moon to my front
In gentle smiles, and I smile,
What sweeps pains from my face;
You whisper thro’ chirping of birds,
Reach and touch me thro’ cool breeze;
Then how can I say you are not here,
Or we stand across unbreakable fence?

How spring and colours can ever part?
How breaths ever snap from heartbeat?
Beyond the riddle of time and space,
The oneness of us continues always.

Your advent me grants
New dimensions to life,
Just your presence
Spreads fragrance around;
Cuckoos sing and peacocks dance
While we reach the thresholds of each;
Glooms melt, hearts bloom
While we indulge heart to heart;
When you’re near, o, my dear,
I forget all else, forget myself;
You gloriously fill and widely spread
All the nooks of my stilled being
With springs of sweet warm bliss
That bathes my life and all of soul;
I feel blooming in your presence
And rising in joy to sublime heights;
In presence of my pretty Goddess,
Before her pure and sincere love
That transforms to god this simple man,
I feel like god in heaven myself.