She – Six.
The streams flow, filled with giggles,
And a lone bird in the rhythm sang,
As if in soliloquy the bird sang,
Then when saw me in view,
Stopped the singing and in silence at me looked,
In that silent look a question implied,
“What glorifies your mind so well”
To that bird I said, “A soul well blessed,
A character sanctified,
A beauty in my mind grows,
More beautiful day by day,
Who holds every sense of mine,
Who defines the glory of all stars in the sky,
By her name the world may call her,
I call her the darling of my soul”.
The bird left for his nest for his nightly rest.
With her thought I walked away,
And in my bedtime prayers remembered I,
To pray for her happiness, everlasting through my own.
Woke up I in the morn,
And my breakfast I tried to eat,
The strawberries, cream and cereal, not tasted good at all,
The omelet and pancakes I tried,
They tasted like shredded paper,
The honey and vanilla tea tasted,
Like plain old spring water,
Nothing I know will taste sweet anymore,
As the sweetness of her lips I felt,
In a dream last night I saw.
Words into lines I weave,
Through which I want your image in the words I write,
Oh’ every letter owes its life to you,
Every word and line reflects your beauty,
And every time into your eyes I look, I feel,
Pen and paper for the touch of my hand yearns.
Time like an ocean spread,
And through the universe stretch,
But why he to me comes afresh often,
The perplexed me asked,
The only answer I figured,
Every time your face I see,
The beauty my mind feel,
In that feeling and touch of your beauty,
Even the good old time youthful become,
In the everlasting youthfulness of yours.
When you bite your lips,
And in sweet tone you speak,
And every move you make,
Oh’ all are material beauty,
With pleasure I and everyone else watch,
But the spirit of your soul I feel,
Through me spread into everything my senses can feel,
And my soul and spiritual being carried,
In a flight through every corner of the universe I know,
The undying soul will always remain,
Intoxicated in the passions felt,
When seeing the eyes of yours.
Mother nature paints a picture,
With colors of all kinds,
The falling leaves and the drizzling clouds animates,
Feeling of passions in my mind,
But then with closed eyes I looked,
And saw my own mind with your face filling,
Oh’ then the wind caressed my lips,
And echoed into my ears the song of the soliloquist,
“Those lips in your mind you see I kissed,
And fulfilling your wish I left the scent upon yours.”
Though all around for the bird I searched,
No sign of him in the freezing nature I found,
The only thought that remained in my mind, said,
The wind upon seeing the love she triggered in you,
Indeed told the truth in the voice of the bird,
As every move of her, only glorified your soul, a little more.