By Rajababu

The Mountain tops that kiss the underbelly of the passionate sky,
The clouds look like a bed scattering itself inot strands of white;
Scented, shivering with the scintillating melodies of love, this romantic wind,
Tickles its way along my back, I shudder in orgasmic glory,


Whatever's happened to this weather?
Why does it tanatalise me so?
The mounds of the fragrant earth assiduously stare back at me;
The ripe corns in the fields sway deliriously from side to side,
Heaving away, pregnant with the fullness of life, of deliverance;
The bunches of flowers caress me from their places in the trees
Reminding me all at once about you.


These virtual friends, would they dare to be around
Had you been by my side now?


The Waterfalls sing a song on their own, mellifluously,
Not unlike the sound of the feet of the beautiful village girls
They wish to get absorbed into the beckoning river below,
Just like I wish to drown myself in your enigmatic self.


Child like fantasies goad me, propel me towards you,
Forget the friends, the village, my age, my innocence;
Oh lover, take me into the excesses of the azure sky,
Let us shudder away towards the distant horizon.
Where everyone's drunk the heavenly nectar of tumultuous passion.


Yet you won't come, why not, my dear one?
Crush me in your arms and seduce me,
Just like the weather around us.