SONGS OF VOID XVII O My Dear, I stand in a trance visualising you, an exotic woman In sheer beauty bedecked in jewels of gold, The queen of Sheba of Arabian Deserts Born from heat and cold in tightened nerves Riding on camels creeping slowly on sands, So calm, a countess mesmerising A look mysterious counterfeiting love Gifts on camel’s back of spices and gold For pouting beckoning lips for me as King Solomon, It is where the grandeur of love begins Women adoring heroes sink into their flesh. O My Dear, A dreamlike of time in my solitude of passions You are my damsel singing the final refrains, The empress of Muziris adorned with pearl I retrieve the magic moments of a new hill town, You twinkle forth our love as timeless beauty I was the yellow emperor in a moment of wonder Touching your breath slowly to change our world, It is from us the flowers of thoughts blossomed The effulgence of light from reverberated heaven Find a way into the hearts of Men suffused with love. O My Dear, We are new born babes of past, the time whispers I stand frozen of such a destiny reached, Such chasms and height of lovers of Anatolian plateau Scowling grimly in the caves without fire, The dark-skin erotic unashamed monkeys we were Sun sapped our love as sweet as a song Abandoning forest we sought a home, The celebration began for order and truth The flickering flame of candelabra of religion Reflects us everywhere as gods on earth. We are the transmuted souls echoed everywhere We come time and again from the realm of stars Whenever we come together we change the world. Composed and copy right by Rajendra k. padhi
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 10:26:41 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015