Hearing you whispering my name,
feeling my warmness ..
in the looks mundane…
the longing of filling the empty cup to the brim,
where nectar had been poured
….awaiting for him…
What a fragrant bloom ,
my spirit has envisaged,
listening to your
soft words of the love ceaseless…
Once again life brandishes,
swaying, dancing in ecstasy,
with exaltation ardous ,
bliss in every fantasy…
I yearn for the statuette,
of undying love,
to be embellished
with my bedighting Amor.
soumyav 