I Think of You

When it is dark I think of you;

When things look stark, I think of you.

When life grows into a perpetual prison,

When no one is willing to listen;  

I metamorphose into a moron,

My pen doesn’t obey my command;

My soul doesn’t comply with my demand,

When I don’t visualize anything but you, I think of you.

Then,  

When the morning comes chirping like little birds, gay and beautiful

When the night dawns upon me, fragrant and plentiful;

I yearn, I just yearn, just for thee.

In pain, in health, in sadness, in mirth

Just one thought, only one thought

Encircles my being, You.

I close my eyes, I see you

I open my eyes, you are standing in front of me.

Thou my lord, art everything to me.

I think of you.   

A Love Poem - After a Long Time

When the moon ascends in the lovely blue sky,

It showers love-pure and pristine; but my heart yearns only for you.
O my sweet paramour, where are you?

When the high mountain peaks kiss the firmament,
and the longing firmament embraces the ocean level.
To hold you tight in my arms,
My heart aches most.

O my sweet paramour, where are you?

When the rainy season comes with its tinkling anklets
and my entire being gets wet with its colourful pearls.
To be plunged in love,
My heart aches most.

O my sweet paramour, where are you?
AR.

Friend, the evening is about to come

They were scattered all around the wide firmament,

And were conspicuous in every particle of the world;

The sun has started to take them back in his satchel.

Friend, the evening is about to come.

She was loitering in the dust,

And in the feet of the old tree;

That shadow is now leaving, going to vanish into the night.

Friend, the evening is about to come.

They were made up of adobe,

And ornamented with blossoms;

Children are starting to spurn them, those small palaces.

Friend, the evening is about to come.