Rising In Love Poem by Sanjukta Nag

Your love has no visible colour – no red, no green.
Its translucency of an innocent spirit
Soars swiftly on the sky of my amazed eyes,
Tending them to be closed for illustrious moments.
It is like monsoon breeze, flying to me from bay
Only to offer my heart some moist of intimacy,
Bedazzled, I’m breaking bit by bit in a good way.
The little pieces of my luminous soul,
Ascending up, falling down, whirling in sunrays,
Mingling with you to float in the gush of fondness.
Synthesis of nature and your purity
Ringing all the bells of my limited consciousness,
To wake me up from the numbness of tedium.
And the voice of eternity rests on the lap of your love,
Calling my name constantly from the faraway nearness
To spread melting gold over the horizon of life.