The Breeze Of Love - Poem by Aditya Mudbhary
It’s late in the evening,
10’o cloak exact,
I wonder how it feels to be beautiful.
The late evening brings in the chilliness,
Of a summer yet to ripen,
But beauty ripens in all seasons,
Even in the utter cold of winter.
I am up like a hungry owl seeking prey,
And there you lay in front of me sleeping,
Breathing, breathing softly and smoothly,
Like the flow of water from mountain tops to dry earth.
This hunger for the flesh of thy heart,
Cannot not last forever,
This owl that seeks thee,
Will remain hungry until the sound of morning is heard.
Two closed caves and a mountain in between,
Below the mountain there is a lake,
The shores of the lake are blood red,
And moist due to the ever lasting waters of this holy place.
This kingdom is far more beautiful than the world itself,
The fairness of this kingdom,
Even when the sky and earth are joined by the forces of rain,
Even when fire blooms into the world for lust of blood,
Even when the mysterious beings take me away from this world,
I will forever wait until thy eyelids open just to whisper five pleasant words.
The breeze from my mouth,
Shall sail my words into thy sensual body,
Then the warmness of the breeze,
Shall speak it to thy heart,
Until the day it understands the meaning, if not,
The words shall sail from my mouth to thy heart until we vanish into nothingness.
The words are simple,
I love you Pragya Malla.
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