A Lover’s Delight
It was all Black and none white.
Why was there no more any light?
A while ago you weren’t there,
And now you’re all I care.
To all the miseries and dismay,
You are the sculptor, who cleaves me out of clay
Prayers of a river that baffled the ages,
When Spoke me of you in pages, the sages,
Who prayed to specks and the ocean birth,
Their cymbals chinked, incenses blinked.
Long back when the sky was bright red,
To the holy space, the colours which it fed,
Spoke me of a time when the moon bled.
Cocooned a darling, caressed on the moonlit bed.
Began a parade so godly, a rhythm,
Unsung by the mightiest knights, they blew
As they descended to rocks and platoons
Until it reached me, breached my tunes
Today I see you wearing the same robes,
Let the bark shed the wisdom it globes,
Stretching down alike the great Nile.
Expanding multitudes with every mile.
To all what I could ever read from a book
Your eyes spin me a story, I can never unlook.
This poetry is a perfect description of a lover head over heel in love. He imagines unimaginable and pretty much has conquered the phathomable depths of his heart
