Love Crops

I will reap Love Crops
Plenty, golden, shining now
From the half submerged islands of this life lake
While You being the boat, Jayant
I breathe flower.

Then it rains...
First softly...
And then there is lightening and along with the terrible thunder comes the downpour with a force
It looks foamy everywhere....

Lying upon Your soft velvety mahogany heavily cushioned warm lounge
Thoroughly wet
I dream of
Our future unions -of several lives
And wake up to walk through the weddings of the past lives-
You with a red turban
Tenderly holding Your slender n beautiful head
Making You look like a "monarch just lost his heart"
And Your burning gazes fixid upon me
My red kukum glowing more n more
Spreading into the horizon
Awaiting a delicate sunrise....!