the root of sea is dead
our sky is still unreal
which deep it may reside
your parching gentle tear

a rain of sleepy draught
on cheeks of silky night
in blush of coyness thin
we start a fresh new life

a life same as we dreamed
now born in lap of time
in cradle of our love
as blooming summers prime

as nursed by tender joys
sweeping as twilight red
echoed by tranquil breeze
in arms of roses spread

scrambled and lost tonight
brood over freshest hues
amidst gleeful snugness
we kiss our moment true

may million pains which shall
try douse and dim this flame
or crawling creep our souls
spread foul revolt our faith

let them brew up a storm
summon a herd of beasts
while world fogs out our day
remember darling please

if root of past be dead
and future sky unreal
our love shall ride us through
wildest waves my dear

as silences embrace
bless tired seats of light
and whisper from my lips
her sweetest name tonight

which thoughts tickle my mind
as grasses play with dew
as showers sing to earth
beneath the heavens blue

only to find my love
still smiling down a sky
to see me buried in
fathomless caramel eyes

and once to have your hand
to live in through your dream
not even once let go
to melt into your being

say who may tell us how
or reason with our scheme
even may life wish not
you'll find yourself with me

for you are mine alone
as none other shall be
on a night like this
i hold you in my dream

if it were the last of them
the stream of endless years
if we ruled the last of them
holy stalwart spheres

had it been a motionless
disguise of fantasy
a spin of modest voidness
stroll into levity

had it been the last of it
the sooty pangs of love
if it were the final lie
of all intolerables

of all it is and what was not
that none shall ever be
a dream of burnished glossy hearts
in love eternally

only if i had her close
as hope clings onto fright
as drowning bodies hang onto
a ruinous ocean tide

a word or two could restitute
the stolen bliss of old
as flames of dying stars in sky
in stories left untold

for slopey graves of trailing night
wailing eat such souls
breaking journeys as a breath
sweeping take control

of minds which peer into dark
longing a rosy dawn
reeling under a shadow breath
float away be gone

to land in but where is no dream
motionless fantasy
in hope of such a void where
we shall never meet

one who slides right in
the mind of words in flight
in unbound imageries
overwhelms this night

swinging from lips they drip
this pendulum of words
and shivering syllables
crochet a weave of love

a midnight's lyric strung
with hope of rising dawn
she holds her breath in wait
what seems shall last eons

say whom does my muse love
two hands which never hold
whom stars which never see
a fiction glossy bold

invisible as the wind
so fickle as the snow
dripping with silent sighs
with promise to endure

admirer yet unseen
elusive shiny white
a voice still unheard
a kiss of heavens bright

all of a piece of whom
a man i'll never be
which fills my muse's heart
her fair reality

neatest strips of me
symptoms of tarnished soul
comforted by sighs
unguarded and pure

tangled up in truth
the woven layers of mind
you saw into my dreams
through brooding crypts of time

which wish to stay awake
victims of love denied
through beckoning ordeal
whatever may betide

you peeked into my strength
and all into my pride
through dusty shelves of old
regrets as steeple high

to put me in a rut
witnessed by falling skies
wetted by tears of joy
and parched with breeze of lies

for its a choice you shall
bequeath upon this being
unfurl upon my life
as surly autumn screen

amidst your promise which
hints of a crawling day
i tasted purest love
heartlessly ripped away

i saw this sky's mirage
in layers black adrift
of scattered circuits stark
a gilded hallowed gift

and then i saw a smile
entrancing mystery
which eclipses all time
pervades fathomlessly

know how a clumsy sky
loses its grab on stars
as shadows string a lyre
be melt into life's art

if tulips indiscreet
dare touch your blooming lips
bestow a million earths
and envy years of spring

some overzealous hearts
may still light up a night
may trade a soul for love
to behold you in sight

just flow into my heart
as meadow mist engulfs
and fill into my veins
as throbbing nimble pulse

hear melody night plays
beneath the starry sky
you are the reason i
am certainly alive

in the tiniest house of time
i go and search for her
amid a strike of midnight chimes
neither souls infer

in that little house i live
with fate which He ordained
for what once has gone from it
none can be regained

infinite is thy mansion lord
what faithful men do seek
walk upon time's narrow sword
on years which seasons leap

beneath sky's golden canopy
as wind winds round my neck
with a look into your eyes i feel
your breath inside my breath

into the horizon where all immerse
i've reached the brink of eternity
see all fearless slumbers disburse
into your singular immensity

see how empty lives drown
into your ocean grand
while the gulfs all wash me down
i await your touch of hand

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adapted from R.B. Tagore's poem - Brink of Eternity