The sun peeps through the broken panes of my soul It illuminates your image The soul revels in its honour Showers everlasting gratitude to the almighty for That rare chance of being your lover Your everything. Monsoon comes, Quenches the thirst of this tattered and scalded earth, The first droplets of that refreshing shower Wet me with your essence The purification is complete The eternal lover gets rejuvenation Amidst the crushing constraints Of claustrophobic drudgery. Autumn... Falling leaves Signs of imminent ageing prevails In that breath of dry chill That carries the message of Winter knocking at my door I perceive the tingling that my spine felt When I first glanced at you... Secretively Winter... Desolate, gloomy, vague Deadness prevails in every nook and cranny The earth seems to be dormant ... Never to rise as if I cling to my corner desperately seeking warmth and snugness Waiting for some miracle To dispel this deadness, this pall of gloom, Then I think of you... And a single ray of sunshine shoots through my mind Reviving it filling it to the brim with new hope New desires, new promises And I, the crushed, the dejected, the rejected soul Look forward to another spring to add a myriad of colours To my pale palette. I seek you Everywhere, in every small things and the substantial ones You never disappoint, Your lover revels in your essence Bathes in your fragrance, To be ready for the challenges, the cruel steel traps of the world and it's humanity....
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