The rising cloud

Your essence touches my soul

as I breathe you in.

Today this journey I take

is a different journey I make.

From heaven to heaven, till I cover all seven,

from pole to pole, till I’m lost forever.                                                    

Wrap your arms around me;

engulf me as you rise up from the valley.

Your misty touch is fluttering wings of a butterfly.

I can’t catch you, but again and again I try.

Promise me, when to ashes I turn,

together, free and wild, we’ll run.

So, as my hair flies and heart wanders,

I crave to hopelessly surrender.

Each curve, each bend, all depths and heights-

you were specially designed to hypnotise.

The artist of all artists created you as if to taunt me,

“You will be hungry forever. Go, have her if you can”.