Are you the sacredness
distilled
from my longings
red poppies flaming in the fields of the skies.

Are you the holy wine
pouring into the cup of my heart
Are you the lotus of silence
blossoming from the pond of my meditations.

Are you the stillness i have been seeking
through mindful consciousness
of your existence.

Beloved , infinity is only a beautiful tiny dot
on your face beholding this love
weaving you and me as one.

In gathering you
i have only gathered myself.
i can't talk to you but through poems.

where ever you walk
your foot prints becomes poems.
when you look at me, it becomes a poem.
each and every part of you is an illuminating poem.

i read them so carefully
their scintillating words becomes
the dark sensual songs of my nights.

Come to me oh Weaver of my soul,

weave from my nakedness your translucent veil
wherein you collect
playfully
the falling raindrops
migrating from the clouds of my entity.

If, in you, i can't encounter love
then, there's no where else to go.