Thursday, July 6, 2017


(791)  Ele mohana tale

You came, bringing a beat that is alluring;
With tune and tempo You wove such a web of magic.
You departed, going and taking souls somewhere,
Leaving without giving any final notice.

A distant nebula smeared with paste of sandalwood,
That's where mental peacocks spread their wings.
In arbor after arbor, neath a canopy of aphorism,
Into mind-shrines so much nectar You exuded.

Oh please come upon an insane breeze;
Let my mind's honeybee chase after Thee.
Getting You, I would sacrifice a tiny, obsolete memory,
Heart's agony, retrieved from the shore-rending sea.

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