Hundred suns and hundred moons

(From one of my treks in the Himalaya)

Every beat of my heart is
A knock to your door
The echo tells
You don’t live here anymore

I stood outside your gate
Called your name, rang the bells
Being aware that you always
Belonged to someone else

The canopy of your hands
My body fancy to wear
And i perfuse in you
Like a thin mystique air

Over your warm beating bosom
My head finds solace
the unfathomable pulse placates
Upon your vivacious embrace

I wish a hundred suns
To light your darkest nights
And a hundred moons in summer
To comfort your beautiful eyes

Let me take some redness of your lips
And paint my dawning light
A little pink of your cheeks
To finish my placid twilight

Some blackness of your hair
And the sparkle of your eyes
So that I can sketch
My glinting winter skies

A whit of glow of your face
To make my moon shine
And the essence of your body will
Make the picture forever young, forever divine

At last, dangle your hair over this canvas
Make these lifeless clouds steady
Since, you have changed this Silhouette  into a colorful painting
The picture of my life is now ready.

If you are reading this; I might have gone by now
Leaving a last message on my tombstone having it inscribe,
“I loved you till my last breath fainted
No language of the universe can ever  describe.”

–yash

(My every poem and write-ups for you is just like a bottled message drifting across the sea; I can only hope it reaches you someday. Losing time, losing patience. )