Alone in Desert

I stand alone at times.

I gaze upon an empty yet rough terrain of land under noon sun, desert in me it is.

The gush of wind blows through my hair...

I see her dressed in pink and red, wearing a red smile, waving at me...

Mirage...

You, only You

Monotonic harmonic and yet mnemonic
as you maketh the way
your beauty, you beauty allover deep rooted
red is the hue of the air
the razzle and dazzle of your ensemble
amorous as ever i may
the days i slayed, the prayers i made,
the thread of us is grey
no sun, no moon, whatever the boon
your smell makes my day
Monotonic harmonic and yet mnemonic
as you maketh the way