Wild Waves and your Flower carrying Boats...

There is a flood
of my melodious tears,
the every drop of which
has you-ness in it..

This is your river,
the source is my heart
yet it has a blossoming fragrance
borne of the flowers that you 
put in little leaf boats and float
in it...

It is for the lovely flowers
that my river is filled to the brim - labalab
The scent that decorates this river,
keeps it happy, and give the possibility
of 'meaning' to the wild waves
in pursuit of which they exist and play in harmony..

When you come to it's shore at night,
adorned with colorful, clinking bangles,
these waves become eager for your touch,
and when you put your hands inside the water,
to gently push your flower carrying leaf boat into the river,
Oh! How thankful are the waves to seep into your hands...

And sometimes when you don't come,
the river made of tears overflows it's banks,
As if it will break in torrent, with a passion
unimaginable..
And just as the waves see you coming from far,
the torrents of wrath turn into overflows of ecstasy!!!


-Manan sheel.