Calm and stillness, no noise, no traffic, no pungent fumes,
No suffocation, a man has speaks, machines are silent,
I inhale aroma of white flowers, The Queen of Night,
Open the corked bottle of ecstatic perfumes?
It’s you Sweetheart! Where you are? Who you are?
I am fine, though not fine, without you how can be fine!
I think of you, so I love you, I see you in various costumes!
I see a moon in your face, and blue stars in your eyes
I imagine I see you changing your dress one by one
Every color suits you but that one! It is shocking pink,
In a silky pink suit I see you as a flying butterfly
How many colorful prints of flowers are there?
How many words I’ll have to think before I ink!
Move inside me like a wave and move my pen
I am living I am breathing but how long I can
My thirsty pen can draw your sketch, just a drink!
It’s dipped in my heart; I’m lying on death bed,
Think why it was blue, and now why it’s red,
Read me sweetheart! Before it’s dried and dead!