Tonight,call me your Dame...

It's been ages of silence
I have slept upon.

Remember me?

The rose that smiled at you.
The sparkling tiny star
That winked at you.
The crescent moon
That hung in your wait.
The cuckoo
That voiced sweet melodies.
The sea breeze
That brushed your brows.
The blue skies
That mirrored you
In my Angelic eyes.

How would you recollect?

You wore me
In the scent of Cinnamomums.
You walked past me
Amdist the lovely violets.
You touched me
Of my satin fur silk.
And you held me
In the dark clad nights.

Look at me,
I'm dressed in flakes of snow.
Ear rings strewn of yearns,
Thin Black hair
Doused of cloves,
The beads of silvery pines
That lay studded
In the white gown of clouds.

Did you notice?

I know,You failed to.

In my weariness of you,
I long for an eternal wish;
Tonight,Call me your Dame...

Copyright © 15 Jul 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved

O' Summer Rain

O' summer rain,
Your mystic drops
An enigma in my sweet pain...

In your blue garbs,
Adorned with snowy clouds,
The White Rain gushes;
Weaving scarlet beads
To garland the blossomed love.

In which shells of flights,
Would the pearl open its wings?
In which eyes of doe,
Would the spectacle unfold?
In which seas of emotions,
Would my life set sail?
In which drops of thee,
Would I surrender?

O' summer rain,
Your mystic drops
An enigma in my sweet pain...

The treacly scent of first pour,
Fondles and kisses the earth's fore.
Which drop of thee,
Gave life to that seed?
Which drop of thee,
Bred that mead?
Which glint of she,
I owe?
Which touch of she
I trove?

I see her navel jewelled in sky
Chassing amidst the angels in pry.
Her footsteps on the silent move,
Imprinted my heart in vibes and shove.
She stood there with a palette,
Splashing colors of Rainbow.
My eyes mesmerize, I bow.

O' summer rain,
Your mystic drops
An enigma in my sweet pain...

In the cense of her
I live my breath.
In the spell of her
I conquer my death.
With Thy misty breeze
O' summer rain, I have fell prey to she.

The trees,birds and peaches
Drenched in your drops
Seek in quest for their mates.
In the moonbeams and night,
In the sunshines and light,
My heart has set its pilgrimage
Towards the land of she.
My soul would rest in peace
In the love shrine of she.

O' summer rain,
Your mystic drops
An enigma in my sweet pain...

Copyright © 25 Mar 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
All Rights Reserved