Even before I open my love-sick eyes,
before I see the first rays of sun
hitting my dreamy paradise,
before the salt of ocean mists
carry their forlorn caress to me,
within my arms I feel the colours
of my lover’s entwined sighs.
In front of me the open oceans
and the deepest, bluest skies
tear each other apart in liaisons.
Divine in the beauty of their dances
raindrops shed on me below.
Underneath the seashore clouds
in enchanting blackness, slow,
I see my lover’s clasps and moans as
in my heart she begins to flow.
Even before I hear the thunder,
or the rush of brown dry leaves,
or the sound of thrashing waves
and the sands of coy retreats,
before I hear the careful drops
of a sweet rain’s water in my sleep,
my memories run to hear the sound
of her loving fingertips.
© 2007 Ritwik Banerjee
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