New Delhi, India
Till in the nostril air
My heart would keep on beating With your heart in unison
Till the time we both hyperventilate In resonance and fall as sleep
Out of exhaust and tiredness.
Till in me energy and vigour I would keep on striking And raining into you
Like the spring from the mountain On the surface of the earth.
Till in the eyes tears
I would keep on shedding
In your loving and repining memory As leaves shed milky tears
When they are subjected to Injury and separation
By persistent division, Cut, break or scratch.
Till on your cheeks and lips, Rose is smeared
My lips and nose would keep on Hovering and humming
Like a bee for honey.
Till in the eyes, images appear I would keep on listening
The music and magic of your eyes Like a snake to the charmer.