Beloved
My biggest metaphor being monsoon, reminds me of you.
It was a rainy day when nature was abuzz with freshness and vigour,
And you spoke your heart out like never before.
Ah! What a sensation it was!
You had instantly drenched my soul with love.
It is you for whom I share, dare and also care,
And it’s true that I don’t caress you by your hair.
But what is this unrest in you?
Is this a whisper of yours that keeps me guessing all day long?
Oh! Beloved, "this is the moment of Ecstasy",
Don’t let it go,
Just go with the flow.
And who says love is short-lived?
I’ll be there to make your ride worthwhile.
Since it's worth the journey.
As they say it's the road and not the end.
So let's wake up to a new dream.
Where you and I would follow the same stream.
The stream of ecstatic Love, where we can lead our lives with sanity,
Surrounded by abundance of passion, happiness and serenity.
Copyright © Subhabrata Ghosh Chowdhury | Year Posted 2011
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