To build a bridge
in between you and me,
flowers of our love and passion
to make us full.
You never remained yourself,
completely lost in your creations
searching for that endless happiness, in the beauty of fathomless motherhood, ecstasy and joy
In your completeness
my incomplete love was searching for its identity and existence
I was looking at the lover in me
under the heavy weight of fatherhood
and in my love and beloved I lost long since.
In the wilting petals of jasmine
and fading light of the dying moon
I was desperately searching for my love
languishing in an empty space.
Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©