we talk without talking

I don't have to chalk out a plan to write a poem for you

Simply I write

Hardly it matters whether I have a pen or not

I write without even writing

That you read without reading.

The entire sky turns into a white sheet of paper

And stars become a constellation of alphabets.

Those who love them know the art of coding and deciphering. 

You are not just two beautiful eyes and a face for me

Beyond words and world,

A metaphysical being you are

A state of consciousness

sprouting of a new creation out of the womb!

Simply I look beyond the sky, it's star-studded ornaments

Feathered you are like a winged creature

A flash of new idea

As if the lightning

As if the cinematic movement of shadows in a dream sequence.

With you 

Not just a mere hug

The embrace is totally like death.

I immerse in you

as if you are a Sufi song and I myself a meditative word!

You are just a deity 

I am the sculptured soul

And poetry is prayer!

We do talk without talking

We do touch without touching

Like the wind

Like the leaves of two limbs of a tree.

The language of poetry is the language of the deaf dumb and blind,

The language of plants 

The language of birds

The language of roots inside the earth.

Your lips give birth to poetry.

When my lips touch yours

Your eyes act as a torch when my words fumble in the dark.

I bite your earlobe and feel the sensation of poetry 

Your hair covers my face when I pine for a shade,

And we write the eternal verse of love without even knowing!