An Ode To Love Poem by yamini peethambaran

Was it shimmering thought?
Or just a whispering that-
Hit my drums,
Tuning my rhythm amazingly!
One decibel I awaited so long…
Was it you, or my illusion?
Waited for the panes to portray
Ah my mist she’s dancing in all frames
A grasp of breath, before I rest,
A grief, which shall torture me for ever?
Nay I know; the lines nay the fine sketches.
Breeze my dear call me, whisper in my ear
Caged in the turmoil of emotions-
I hung hooked and cooked
Is the Lake to merge in sea?
Flowing gushing in the tempest…
Will it with stand the blows of nature?