Archana

ARCHANA

You came in my dreams and I became a flower

To touch your gentle essence with by fragrance

You touched me with the kiss of your soft delicate pink lips

And I became the bindya on your forehead

You giggled naughtily on my touch and I became the kajra

Of the mogra flowers in your flaming , golden , black long hair

You touched me in your dreams

With your soft pink fingers

I became the kajal of your lovely almond eyes

You came in my dreams and I became a flower

For the touch of your loving hand , I became a butterfly

Everywhere in the valley of the flowers

is the fragrance of your dreams

and every fragrance became a flower

to yearn for a delicate kiss on your glowing soft cheeks

for your every ‘lovesmile’ I became the mesmerizing gentle flowing breeze

to touch your delicate long eyelashes

I became the gentle laughter , softly floating away

From your lips in the valley of the flowers

On the touch of the mesmerizing breeze on your delicate long eyelashes

I became music to the ears of everyone

From the sound of your every step you take

I became your gentle laughter just to kiss your lovely soft pink lips

You came to me in my dreams and I became your dream

When dawn came I became a poet

And when dusk came

I became an offering of devotion flower

At your divine feet

You are Archana

You are Divine

You are Archana…………