Bleeding Rain Poem by Roshan Cullen

at the end of pastures, at the foothills of vasai
lies a rain kissed road that takes one away

hidden in the hamlet at the end of this way
is a little temple, that lights up, at the end of day

This little temple has a pond that turns rays away
and holds a magic, some people say

For this is a pond where a single flower blooms every day

Tis here I lie in wait at the end of day
and I see my gentle flower lighting my way

She crosses my path and turns and blooms, at the end of day
to light a lamp that turns darkness away.

In my heart she lights a thousand lamps,
soaking my senses, with emotions so damp.

Yearnings rose with a glide so gentle
from her arm to her feet...

....releasing her breath,
when my hand and her waist decided to meet

Alongwith was a wish to unravel her shyness in steps

...a need to warm her with the mist of my breath.
Such were the feelings that made my soul feel so complete.

Tis then, to the Gods, she made a prayer...
... but for her lover to fulfill her hearts desire.

Her feelings, I saw like my own soul so dear
and I took her to a bridge to make things clear

...that, as far as what thoughts can see
i shall remain behind clouds but forever near

and so...as the only to feel her soul from deep inside
I send her away to live as her lover's better side.