In the deep slumber of my soul, your love, My Love!, keeps me alive. Taken no prisoners, in your pursuit, but dearth of a longing wears me down.
Have searched for your love in parched eyes of men and women – who surround me in a ruckus of living life.
Triviality of the great, nadir of the top, dead humor and silent loss.
I hear of love, from claimants abound. But how could that be love, My Love!
Waxing and waning like the moon in a dark sky – so does my faith, keeps flickering all night!
I’m like a desert bare and burnt, basking under a scorching sun. You come as rain, pour into me.
I’ve waited for long – learning to long, pining to belong.
Come, shine on me. For the king only can decree – my severed soul, plundered on sea, to a restful anchor, on shores of peace.
Inspired by Picture it and Write