Just like a damsel in distress pines
for a glimpse of her beloved
wandering desperately, waiting for a sign
that would take her to the lover.
Her enchanting, beautiful eyes transfixed
piercing her lover’s soul
looking through the thin veil of sensory pleasures
beyond the beauty, the craving of flesh and bones
a sigh, the pain of separation
yonder she awaits for “a communion.”
Satiated she is, by just one look from him
awaiting an incredible need to experience sheer bliss
once again, this purity, this beauty of love
for it can’t be described in words
if graced with divinity, it’s a stroke of luck
an experience of a lifetime.
I’m a wanderer, glad to be in his servitude
his messenger, a vessel that belongs to him
proudly carrying tales of yore, a vagabond living on alms
sharing poems and tales of love, for I’m love
I’m in you and him, a chuckle – I’m omnipresent.
My eyes, drunk with the cosmic sound
behold I carry his impression in my mind
can’t stop these tears of joy, flowing down my face
for with every breath I take, I keep his vision alive.
This soft, gentle wind caresses my body and soul
its whispering messages from my Maker, a call beckons
with a smile, I grace this arduous journey ahead
toward the mystical mountains, where my eyes would set
a traveller learning and sharing lessons
living moment to moment.
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