First Love

First shower of early monsoon Petals of first Kadamb flower Purple rays of dawn Fluttering of virgin butterflies Eagerly waiting to touch you ! I see scratches of lusty rain Clearly visible on your Red lac juice tinted milky skin Your sky blue saree- Looks as if a reptile in deep slumber ! On that very day When you first, fluttering your lips Told me, “I love you !” Is still echoing in my heart. Today, No moon on the head of my sky Ceaseless rain beside my window pan High waves of pangs of separation In my heart, Timber of fifth symphony In the wind of my nerve-city ! In the spill-over flood of lightening Floats my soul, my body, my desire; I’m now at the end of my salad days In sought of line of control Of my feelings; fate – the game changer Never allows me to cross the border Of fortune ! Tell me, O’ damsel – Where would I go ? Where would I pluck thy ever blooming lotus ? Where would I stay ? What’s my final destination ? Here, everywhere snowflakes of frustration Everywhere mirages of romance, In yellow rays of fugitive dusk Capers your first touch, Dazzles your first love ! I fear to wipe out dusts of my past From the face of my mind mirror !! Petals of that first Kadamb flower First shower of that early monsoon Which one day drenched your sky blue saree Is now a phantom !