Across a gloaming valley
Down the dimming trail
a shadow against the crimson skies
Hoofbeats fast
dusk’s failing fire
Stormy winds
Twinkling stars
whispers in the chill night air
Between what lies ahead and what remains
Hustle, scuttle and thrill
emotions of a yearning soul!
Shall i wait for her plane to land?
-or meet her midair in silver-clouds,
clear the aisles meant for two,
order the finest dinner a waiter shall whiz,
Shall i wait for the hail from the air?
– or fly my own plane to climb aboard
certainly we don’t need two seats, only one
and that one is blushing from all of this touching.
Shall I vigorously fly like a G6?
– spying out my love in ways I can
shall she unwrap an early present
i’m wearing pitch-black
…she’s wearing none.
certainly two stars search the horizon
-climaxing at the speed of light’s dreams
air pressure certainly boggling
the clash of thunder and lightning
a show of overwhelming energy
for these weeks have weakened my pulse and my knees.
I hightail to meet my love
in the air, so close and yet
i’ll certainly have to wait ‘til she lands
so she can take me back to the heavens
– a place where she now belongs!
Aphorism with Abhishek 