Every time, why does it happen
that so aimlessly I search for you
from any distance?
I want to touch you
but fear comes, unmindfully.
Probably, the earth would tremble
the sun would be blemished and
you would be in a terrible mess.
It happens
so casually, my looks penetrate
through my closed window again and again
for a single sight of your existence.
I return back every time
to behold you, to inhale you anywhere
in trees, leaves, at the bank of a stream
or at any unknown sphere.
2
Let you spread wherever I go
let your words be echoed
from the walls of my room.
When I wish to write any piece
be my inspiration,
just stand beside me to check
at any odd hour.
Ah! it is the pleasure
the heavenly one
whenever I imagine
I feel the mystical presence of yours
it touches, caresses me through the words only.
3
Whenever you write a poem
I want to flow like words
upon the blank pages of your life.
Whenever you recite a verse
I want to be the first listener
to appreciate by giving my opinion about it.
While you think of a poem
I want to remain in your imagination
want to be your memory
to recall, to remember
whatever you wish to solemnize.
From any distance, you may call
I can come like a wavy wind
to touch you like soft words.
