The
Sun has embraced the sky
Leaving
behind the starry night,
Colours
sprinkle over the horizon
As
Earth bathes in the holy rain!
My
soul waits for your touch…
Blue,
green, yellow and red…
As
drops of paint flow from your brush!
These
are your colours which glide through my bosom,
As
I fasten the white and pink chrysanthemums that
Adorn
your temple…
You
are one, whilst your colours many. For, ’tis
Your
golden brush that sketch me in different forms –
In
water, in light, in sun and in shade – from princess
To
widows; from an angel to a prostitute, from a Goddess
To
one in the lanes struggling to survive!
Paint
me, with your touch, your looks, your smile…!
I
yearn to touch the softness
Of
your hands that grips both
The
sword and the brush with ease;
That
plucks roses and also
Removes
thorns from beneath my feet…
As
you embrace the blood to your lips
And
colours paint your fingers.
You’ve
draped in various forms –
From
a king to a saint; from crimson
To
plain white; from fallen leaves to decorated
Flowers
in the altar of your temple…
Detaching,
and unfastening the united locks.
You’ve
glided me in the swing
And
borne me like a fragrance in
The
first dew of life as the sun mounts!
I’ve
danced in the waters and
Drunk
the sweetness of love;
I’ve
embraced yours and mine soul
Together
with colours of hope that
My
eyes poured upon thine!
I’ve
met you within the divinity of the temple
And
faithfully yearned to be loved beyond
The
lights of the lamps, in darkness and dawn,
Sprinkling
dreams, spraying colours, touching hearts…
To
life…to eternity, as we delighted in the rain drops!
I
wait, as you come to my abode,
As
your golden brush, paint joy,
Whilst
the ecstasy of heaven on earth
Envelope
my sight…
Rajdeep Pathak
March 15, 2015
