BLOSSOMS

Blossoms breathe in and out in white whispers of our soul

In tune with enchanting night wind’s constant rise and fall ,

In the lap of the river lost in joys of our destined meeting

On her bank that turned sweating waters blue in expecting

New stars to emerge from under heaven’s  sweet bowers

in hues of jasmines tossing heads under beams’ showers .

As the river tries to imitate the rhythm of union around

In symphony of night’s thousands of intoxicating sound

That in sprawling  shores of our hearts so much resound;

With charm profound, suffusing air, water, sky and fire

With a desireless desire to be just there, silently there--

Like a befuddled bee inside the honey womb of a flower

Like a devotee lost into prayer, like wind trapped in fire

My mercurial nature inside the peace of your  being entire.

The sunflowers have transformed into kewdas and ratranis

Nectars of flowers, into overflowing hives of magical honeys

When time waits to see images of eternity to rise from waters

As the river comes to reel under the  new born stars’ fires .

@ copy right  saroj k. padhi. 06/02/15