Of Love And Love

His love was the healing sanjevani Went through my wounded soul;

I staggered behind the dark alleys of my life

When he appeared like a knight

Saving me from sinking in the ocean of atrocities.

I fell in love, singing the hymn of his divinity

And he swirled the wand of an astounding miracle.

He worked as ice on my cuts,

Medicines to my chronic aches

And healing aura to my decaying body.

He is a pioneer of good days and a guide

To the magical moments of my life.

He touches the tip of my finger,

Arousing all the intoxication in a moment

And bejeweling my heart with extreme elation.

He breaks me into the pious smithereens

And adjoins me like a deity of love.

He molds me into every shape he wants

And kisses me like eternity wants my lips.

I am the vial of his relaxed evenings

Pouring the liquid of his gibberish chatter 

And whispering his name to splash the colors of spring.

Our hazelnut eyes twinkle in the coalescence

Of our pounding hearts under the moonlit sky

When the whooshing wind entangles us 

Speaking the luscious words of forever love.