Moments with you, my muse,
were mementos to marvel, mesmerized.
Your murmurs magically mimicked
the mimes and melodies of Margazhi.
A pale parody of Paradise, or a paradox?
It’s all a part and parcel
of plans of someone powerful and potent.
Primed with purpose, a panacea
Revel, reverberate and resonate, did you
Ringing in riveting ripostes
on a rebellious rampage. No respite for me
have to rein in and redeem, with reverence.
Sans you, even a sumptuous spread
shows similarities to a salt less snack
like the silence of strings or satire that's not sharp
Stings me sore, shoving me to abyss
Soaking in it all, seems so surreal
Surely salvages something; satisfaction and solidarity.
