Existence

Scarlet clad lips,

Adorn, the brightly lit mirage,

Of sandalwood gloss - face,

That harbour, two droplets,

Of sparkling white wine - eyes.

An eclipse like tiny darkness,

Sets in, near a horizon,

Beautiful to be gazed at, yet,

I remain fixated,

To the crescent of your ears.

Oblivion, like, you conquer-

Presence, despite the absence.

Universe, once, perhaps, in you;

Now, only the remains of nothingness,

Yet, I shall succumb to your womb.

And I shall come again.