Fiery Ring Of Beatific Love

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

Turmoils can be blissful too,
A bunch of feelings creating a ruckus,
Like a commotion of unheard voices,
I wonder, 
If it's in my mind or in my heart!
Words would not suffice anymore,
To pronounce the dithers within,
I demand from the spirits,
I pray to them,
That surround me on this night,
"Oh the spirits, 
Remembered or forgotten,
Malevolent or benevolent,
As I close my eyes and ruminate,
To pursue the astral path,
Guide me to him,
Who is mine,
Who awaits me with a true heart,
Or fetch him to me,
Here, here in my arms,
My craving arms,
Bewitch him with my whispered spells,
And let him stride closer to me!"

 As I go deeper in the spiritual woods,
Strolling, following the fragrance of thy breaths,
I raise my right palm,
With all the ethereal strength within,
To touch your left cheek,
Did you feel the warmth of my palms love?
Did you feel me closer?
I am your lover,
An enchantress I am,
Who would pull you above,
The ever encompassing profanity,
And lift you into our orb,
Protected by the angels and the demons,
Guarded by the seraphs and the devils,
Our very own,
Fiery ring of Beatific Love........

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