Adieu

Let a sky of clouds Drenched in mustard shafts of light caress The stars feasting the crispness of the night Let the sheer twilight be my fortress Let solitude be my guide It is the monsoon wind, perhaps, that sends me your breath Which subsequently sneaks me off From the pavement of certainty Only to catch a whiff of your skin Or even a glint of your magnificence(worthy of sonnets) Whose beauty transcends my reality It is the midnight chirp of the beetles elsewhere That soothes me to sleep Each note is a syllable of sound free falling Whose music seeks no violin, Whose tune hums nothing but the rich surrealism Of your psalm-sculpted anatomy: May it be your sigh exhaled against your fingertips And of your eyes sensual as the sidewalks of your lips May it be your breast nestling on your chest And of your walk coupled with the off-rhymed stillness of your talk/ Let it be the goosebumps burst with moonshines teeming with hyacinths As I hang transfixed from the extinction of your scent.