Meandering through verdant orchids
in the heart of autumn,
I perched on the treetops
and saw you dancing naked.
Your leaves blushed pale
as if draped in mahogany robes.
Then they plunged towards the earth.
Intoxicated
by fresh-made orange juice,
that ran in your branches-
I stood on the horizon, waiting,
like a stagnant quill craving for inspiration
to steer it around the parchment,
and yet, quivering with excitement
over its next move.
Amber rays escaped
from the outlines of my shadow
and searched for you
in all eternity.
I gave to you, the universe.
I've tasted love and hate,
both are citrus.
I'd like to taste love again,
and again and again.
One day when we shall meet
and kiss each other,
the sindhoor from my lips
shall smear upon your forehead,
and there will be a union.
I set into the corals at dusk
and rinse myself in the sparkling sea.
My fires are cleansed,
desires rust.
I will never be in love again.
At dawn,
there is a new fire,
a new life,
a new lover-
The Risen Sun!
Adding your comment:
Waise read my latest work..you'll like it. It's about a Gulmohar tree. Send me some poems of yours to read. I'm soooo "wela". 
You're a really nice guy.
thanks a ton.
