The Ecstasy of Rendezeovous

In the ineffable dawns
Conjured an expression, unfathomable;
That resuscitates itself in our presence.
Where life yearns to sojourn
From its traipse myriad;

The aesthetics of which transcend
The power of symbols in their vitality
Which is an experience nameless,

Only invigorated through our presence
As a fragrance of the flower
But in the perceiver's eye only a flower.

Our rendezvous a witness
In the snippets of eternity,
The root of our life.

Growth in unison

Stupendous it glares,
From your innocence.
The longing in you
For the experience,

Of an acquaintance
Long awaiting to touch
The adobe of duo;
In mind and in heart.

For it is sown in one
Blossoms in the other,
Transforming the entire milieu.
Permeating in wholeness,
An ineffable aroma of consent,
A perennial nurture in process.

The Honey of Writing

It flows like the drip,
Of sweet nectar. In it
Latent is honey which comes
After a long stack of nectar.

Here ink flows smooth
From ideas known into
Ideas unknown
From myriad points.

As nectar of flowers sundry,
Transfiguring into honey,
Are so the expressions,
Flowing out of the ink.
Gradually turning into nuances subtle
Transfiguring into an intense emotion.