Prism Of Love

Laughter on the face, moisture 

in the eyes, heart pounding

When love is its own arrow, how

 will it ever die and when?

Your face is like a dream, your 

memory is like a golden sunshine

This whole jug dipped in your color

 A scheme of rainbows is shown

When the dead eye were opened, 

There was morning sun and the star

You were the sun, I was the star, 

When the loving night came in.. 

You had eyes, I had face, you had 

words, and remembrance died

My beauty cups were overflowing,

 Your love was very much melting in 

There is a vacuum in every world, 

And how many worlds are scattered

If you are in every circle, then why 

do you turn me around like this?

My form is like sandalwood, 

your love is like golden sun. 

We have become mirrors since you 

have met, even the mirror is ashamed

The dagger of your cruelty is poison, 

The ointment of your love is antidote

Why should the ointment itself be made when the dagger itself has run

There are so many questions, not even one answer.

Is it confusion of love or confession.

Until we meet, we both  suffer from this confusion

Whose idol is in this glass of wine?

Who is this fairy sulking in the wine

Why do you suffer so much in 

your heart when I am within?

Why my heart is tormented like 

This if I am not within you, then!