Posted January 16, 2015on:
Black bed-room eyes yet decked with mascara,
Like lightening shimmers more in dark clouds;
Seeing her with lusty eyes today, a delight,
Her heart beat tinkling inside with each foot step;
How thirsting her eyes! What does the damsel want?
Each time goes, wishes to fill the pond in her pitcher;
At dawn, hair tresses look as if snakes caress,
Her lure, her scent is akin to scented sandalwood;
Like a cloud hooked on an arch of the moon,
Her dropping veil entangles with her trinkets;
In this world, your glamour comes to me as if,
An oil lamp is lighted in a dormant dark forest;
Who’s come to me, through a small window breach?
Bashfully, eyes looking down, and fragrant veil;
I blazed each sentiment of love in my bosom,
Like someone put a lit matchstick in liquor
What happens now? Which instant, storm arises?
Number of painful centuries, that echo each sec;
Who we are? Until yesterday we yearned for harmony
Peace bothers me today, find harmony in restlessness