so long is our melodies not being played
The sun has already set,and
Half the moon awaits to be whole again,
Now come in baby; come not just halfway-
But come in your full essence.
let not our abode's be divided
let the rythms flow deep amidst
The flats and sharps of the melodies:
Let our bodies dance to the music piece
we have created.
oh! feel the caress of my hands
And revive the pulses of affection,
Embalm my wrinkles and beautify me
with ages of your love.
My Jina,a castle on the banks of Bramaputra
My temple diety on the snow-caped
Mountains of the Himalayas,
Chill and still,it was journeying by the
Spring of the Ganges ever intoxicating.
Dark, deep,high,and rough
Are the masses of this giant body.
To accommodate death,as ordained by karma
Swiftly driven to places my concious dread
The karma of an instinct- flare has drowned me.
I remember you not for I cannot know you again
The fiery-instincts won't make me retreat.
Your image fades like a sketch on a moving water,
The heart is drugged by infiltration
cruel appetiser drinking me to the least.
I am a commercial junk- not individual,
Voiceless shouts about truth are audible within,
Does ignorant confusion mean not seeking?
contaminated! it's too full.
karma has overpowered me
karma has divided me
Never knew- to come fully into you
would have been fully NIRVANA.
©flowrain
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