Music of the Mango Blossom! In the pregnant shadows.. Of a dreaming mango-tree. Lost in the heady rhythm.. Of its own musical blossom.. A love-song was born.. Upon the fused pair of our lips! As the strains of.. Cuckoo’s burning notes.. Wound their arms.. Around the
Festival of Lights! Colors of the tiny flames.. Are dancing to the beats.. Of a fragrant whisper! Flirting with a playful chill.. As they light along… A riot of smiles.. Upon the lips of a festive air! I am suddenly haunted with.. The mystical message.. Written
Birth Of a Poem.. The night was aching.. With fullness of her youth.. Flirting with the damp air.. With darkness of her wet passions! We too were sipping a together.. A moment, so intimately heady, That our eyes started dancing.. Along the steamy music of.. Each
A Floating Dream Notes of love, were dancing On the lips Of sleepless stars.. The moon was floating Like a molten dream In the damp eyes Of a monsoon night! Suddenly I was drunk With fragrance of a Dreaming rose Flirting with The misty eyed
