In the cloistered embrace of darkness upon earth,
I saw myself sleeping wearing black clothes,
On a white clothed cot that dangled on air,
With garlands of jasmine hung on it.
The air was dim, lighted by oil lamps on lamp posts.
From the starry sky above, she came down.
The sky was tan black, and the stars were innumerous.
Her glittery white clothes far flung her trail,
Bright was her face like the moonlight.
Her eyes, black and beautiful, the oceans of benevolence!
Her smile flew down like pure milk,
And her magic wand made stars on its wave.
She lifted my wretched body, and carried me on her lap.
Pulled off my dreary clothes kissing and wiping my bruises
She kissed away my tears, and gently brushed herself on my eyes.
She lowered down and touched my lips.
Her tender fingers striped into my matted hairs
She took off my hands gently, kissing on it so lightly.
Just as a gentle move of rose petals, I felt her hands.
Over me she pressed down, gently on her bosom,
And the deep of me, my frail heart, she just took it over.
And I forgot all those nightmares that castle me.
And see afresh, this isn’t dream, she spoke.
Like the melodies of thousand nights, dashing on my ears.
Once for I felt dearer, and drained,
I am lost in the sea of your love, my little angel.
Let you go, this is not the place for you.
And me, not the man for you, I cried.
And it just lost in the rush, I fell on her,
She held me deep down, to her lap.
Wiping me all over with her shiny black light hairs,
Looking at my face with her dreamy eyes,
Her smile so regal and reclaiming,
Her words as profound as poetry,
I heard the song of heavens, just playing the concerts for me.
She lifted me to her heaven, showed me the divine delights,
And poured herself to my throat as scarlet wine,
Dancing round her in a wild ecstasy, I found paradise in her.
I stood doubting if it’s my turn, as she turned now to my feet.
Kissing on her lips, I held her hand.
Rolled on the stone paved floor that shone bright,
With she over me and down over her again.
Kissing deeply with the lips on and I knew it’s the drip of love,
Drenching my deep within, and touching my marrow,
She brought her cheeks over my unshaven face, and rubbed all over.
Winding herself round my hips she sung her melodies.
And my dry, shaky hands searched her richness, and fell drowsy,
And now she gave herself a thump, trickling my merry.
The buds on the wild vines started blossoming,
And they started arching themselves down over us, growing over our tie-
Spreading their blossoms, green and fragrance,
And a flock of songbirds perched on, singing their melodies.
Soon there was a drip from us, and the gush flew down.
And it started raining, threatening to drain me away.
Now I had to search over for a roof,
And I started running, than now the agony of homeless.
Least for all these I await another dream, if it didn’t rain.

…………………………………………………………….Priyan……………