hariksna Poetry (14)

Oh Invisible chariot that moves through streets
Oh invisible sitar that gives the mother's touch
Between the indivisible young branches of banyan
Thy symphony lay unfinished as the unabsorbed entity within
As a dream...come....

Who brought the smiling rains through megha-malhar
It has awakened the fading chirag
Nature showers the jasmine flowers
Desire for self sacrifice arouse
Which gandharva do thy aspire for
As a dream... come ... come

Who brought the red wine strawberries
It awakens this dying soul
Nature showers rose petals on the bed
With smell binding sandal wood paste on the body
Devi thy surrender to this law of hunger
As a dream come...come...

Through the half closed teak wood door
Hypersensitive, shy moon's light surpassed,
Oh beauty, Holding the dream whilst thy bath
What is in thy mind?

Filled with unending desire
Drenched in the lake of shyness
Attracting desire to thy tenebrous womb
In the last hour of night
You espied a relentless ride;
Arum flower witnessed the holy act....

Committing the act thy decided to hide
My Friend, hiding finger's touched thy space
The economics of need can't be undarkened
A clover was offered at thy feet
Awaiting thy response, days surpassed

The courier of dream hath come
Putting an end to the endless wait
Shocked at the earthly present,
A tide hit the chambers of pride
'Goose-foot' was thy answer