I will write as long as I can, whispered I to the silent skies
Silent skies projecting to us the clammy night
Clammy night lighting up in me
The fires of desire
Those same fires with which we burnt
In bed, once when the Earth was not even conceived yet
Those same fires with which we are meant to burn
In this one life and the many others to come!
I will write as much as I can said I stubbornly to the skies
I will, because it calms the hurt!
For my heart I have asked from you
Because I found its anchorage
I found it and I want it planted there,
Being the one rare flower which shall be taken care of!
If I don't write, my soul will suffocate
And will wilt into a diseased lover
Too sick to even hold my prayer books in hand
And pray to have Love's soul awakened!
Too sick to even hold my mala beads in hand
And pray, seeking repentance for my tantrums thrown
While I agonised!
I will write on the skies and you, skies, will disseminate my writings
To the whole cosmos!
Yes, take my poems to the Gods,
Let them read of my hearty laments!
Take my poems to the dark forces
May they be appeased with my outburst!
Take them to Love
So that he does understand
That our bond is much wanted by the Gods
And that without his love
I would simply fade into starry dust!
But if I don't, I shall have to cry day and night
Till submerged by my feelings
I shall turn into a mummified mystery
One whose existence baffled the whole world
One whose death shall remain a puzzle!
Pray, in this mad world, where existing equates
To being inflicted with sorrow
I have been whispered of how we are to be saved,
Love and I!
I seek to open the gates of my floral garden
And show him of the blooms that I have nurtured
Merely for his sake!
I seek to whisper those secrets which had been whispered to me
As I slept in the dark night
By the Goddesses watching over me
I seek to blush and fill his chest with feverish sparkles
As we'll sway together in half lit rooms
Fragranced with divine essences!
I seek to drown under his ardour
Totally lost, having forgotten the world over
But aware only of his presence and his intense charisma!
I shall write as long as I can, whispered I to the silent skies
I shall write of our story, of how it began in this life,
Of how connected it is to the past one,
Of how it shall continue in the next
I shall write, said I,
Only for Love!
Yes, I shall write as much as I can
Only to fill his heart and soul
With my mystic words
Words which shall pave the way for us both
To be back there in that world
From which we both fell!
