We need Everything permanent in a Temporary Life.....
in Mumbai, the monsoon rain is making a preview; hearing the sweet songs of the birds wrote this
In my waking dream,
The flash of grace
Descends as rain drops!
The Sun is missing,
The moon goes for the pick up,
Brings home the breeze!
Oh lots of stars,
Studded in the sky of my life,
Yah they sway and laugh,
To fill my soul!
The stomach is not empty,
Happiness is suffice,
To fill my grid!
In spite of all,
I miss you my Angel,
Even if you don’t speak,
I know you listen while I speak!
Your love is not lightly won,
It has the seed of my soul,
Sprout of my being,
Watered by my care,
And tendered by my love!
Oh you are looking at the lake,
The buffalo making it turbid,
With its horns not that sharp,
Let it be my Love,
It will turn clear,
And show my love,
Reflecting in every drop!
Is it my selfish longing Love?
No it draws our souls so high,
When our eyes have forgotten to wink,
As the new moon climbs up in the sky!
World may say,
“You are the fragrance, none has tasted,
An uncut gem with the tools of workmen”
No my Love, I feel thee in and around me,
I chisel thy being with the feather of my love,
No harm can touch you,
Take my love, Angel of my being!
My soul is struggling,
Like a fish on the hot pan,
My every utterance and breath,
Will sing the Anthem of thy glory,
Proclaiming you as my queen
In hell and heaven!
4 6 2011