Lines Composed On A Wet Bank
Broken heart needs a daisy
To heal the pain of wear and tear,
Scars, scratches and burn out ends
Of loves cruel promise.
Once there was a garden
Where peacocks danced
Just before a cool gust of Northern rains,
And flowers sprung their petals
Laden with pollen grains and damusk perfumes.
Sandalwood rosewood chestnut flanks are
Gathered by the damsel who milked the cows.
Music of the enchanter's flute filled the air:
A vibrato of cosmic elegy cut deep in human hearts.
Krishna played cross-legged with dancing Gopis
And the bamboo trees bend their stalks to make the bower.
Radha sat beside like a nymph coy and shy,
Her face all crimson contemplating love
Tidal feelings unknown mystic and lunar
And passionate like the fire in the sun,
That burns desires to mere ashes
And clouds hung low drop tears to wash them.
It cools off the air with a breeze of lotus leaves.
That love is eternal...
But when you've left me alone,
I turned sideways into the garden corner.
Weeds have grown where Jasmines bloomed
And stones heap the meandering watering hole.
This vernal existence is utterly meaningless
Life without you has choked me off its delights.
Darkness came down earlier than expected
And filled my empty lines composed on a wet bank.