Just sit here,
beside me.
And let me wonder at your actuality.
You melt me in your delight,
And in the incandescence, I shine.
A renewed mist spreads over me,
Like some glass,
thrilled, with its own
accumulated frost.
and as I wipe off its remnants,
I am reborn,
in an accentuated transparency.
Still, at times immemorial,
in a fit of complete abandonment,
you gather your whole being,
and rise up in me,
in one profound lump,
in my seasoned dry throat.
You take me
In an evacuated hugeness,
with an intoxicated incantation
and make me complete.
A harmony,
of perfect chaos,
virginal,
untouched by
the strings of order.
And above all,
it is the sweet touch,
of your unintentional smile
that makes me feel my poems.
....sincerely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
last stanza lines tantalising...a poem 'pooja' (idol worship) indeed! 20 for you two, to share...