My beloved is hiding from me.
He showed a glimpse
and disappeared
I have lost my senses and my sleep.
Who needs them anyways
If your beloved is not there?
He has become the pomegranate seed,
Which goes in hiding in the autumn freeze
I will not sleep till the spring arrives.
He may just peep in between
And bring the spring with Him.
I hear His laughter everywhere....
You have His smile,
And you, His laugh
As day turns into wine night
And night into dripping day,
The Moon changing from fullness
To a stricken thin crescent shape,
Longing for her lover
Who hides from her as she makes her entry....
As the mynah breaks into a grieving song....
As the stream moans while gushing down,
The ocean eons away....
They are all singing my story.
Why are you making me die before my death?
Surprise me by kissing me on my lips
And make the moment stretching into eternity....
Give me just one glimpse and
Make my lifeless body devoid of soul
Spring back into a dance,
Emerging from the part of the part of my whole

******** For a poetry reading celebrating 700th birth anniversary of Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi, written in his spirit********

Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil Ocean

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