My mind in desertion,
the Illuminati i seek,
the wait, i wait,
beyond aeon,
your phantasmal presence,
like my translunary dreams,
bliss! bliss! i feel
shed i have the temporal joys,
after the ascetic practices
and the penance and the prayers,
after the contemplation
circumcised ego,
dualism shed i beg,
my whim and fancy,
my fetish for your love,
are you Eros himself?
To my dear friend Sadiq who gave me wings to fly
Reshma Ramesh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/are-you-eros-himself/
