O my beloved self,  do me this favour

Allow me to slowly…. subtly savour

The tastes of heaven, life’s true flavour

In utter wildness yet intense fervour

O my beloved self,  do me this favour

Allow me to abberate, to simply garner

The taste of oneness, life’s only armour!

In sleep or in wakefulness, in the absence of the doer!! 

Filled with gratitude for all the lovely moments,
My being bows in surrender beyond my own silly torments.

Guiding me profoundly ,
to go beyond my head,
Abiding thus, this time,  I enjoyed falling dead.

Silence is the only solace,  when all the words just fail.
Creating mere squabble turning even the strong one into frail. 

Waiting is a way of being,  know this silly mind.
The breeze may indeed return someday to simply unwind!  

Waiting for the known from an unknown path,
Mysterious and mischeveous indeed are his wrath.

Enchantingly  charming, his smiling eyes do attract! 
Slipping away in a jiffy, yet never falling apart

Wild yet subtle but firm are his loving ways,
Most tender heart sure lies within that forever never snares!