Shyama

O Shyama,
My breath, My life, My love,
I have fooled around a lot already,
how much more?

I will die, if you delay,
one more second,
for you know, my life,
is empty plastic life without you,
all success, but no life without you shyama,

I tried to search you in symphony of music,
but soon I found, that even most alluring music,
is empty without thy presence o my love

I tried to search you in infintude of success,intellect,
but soon found fooled and tricked by plasticy honors,
which shed away when ticking times come,

I tried to search you in goodness, in family,
but soon found, how it is yet another trick,
in the name of sweetness, it silently grabs you,
and makes you like a dog, which sniffs the boundries,
and stays in it, never dares to explore beyond,

I tried to search you in service,
but none did serve without you,

In end, I sat alone, bewildered, despaired,
and suddenly, the silence broke,
by the impulsive rush of thy ever-changing colors,
by the impulsive rush of thy all encompassing heart,
by the rush of silence hidden in thy humungous storms
 and heart stopping storms behind silence,

In every movie I watched,
in every romantic background tune,
my heart remembered and heart whispered,
shyama shyama,

In every success, I cheered,
with none other,
than you O shyama,
all I ever did is always for you,
O shyama,

In every broken times,
when life seemed lifeless,
you took my hands,
and thy heart stealing whisper,
pushed me back to life,

Every wicked act,kind act,
Every mistake, every planning,
intimate act,smart act,
almost everything reminds me of thy presence,
I am so much into you, Shyama,
this fire has spread everywhere,
burning away everything,

From lowest to highest rungs of women,
behind the pin drop silence, behind the thunder strorms,
it is you who dance endlessly in my heart,
in every multiplicity of forms,,
endlessly changing yet unchanging,
are you O Shyama
 various masks have you taken, teasing me,
but now no more,
this longing has seeped deeper,
in my innermost corner,
now this intensity has surpassed hide and seeks,
only by thyself,thy intimicy in thy formless form i seek, I wish to romance endlessly, no more masks,
for I see everything in you, and you in everything,
I am willing to be completely totally intensely insanely mad into you,
 more insane than I ever was, pushing aside scafolding of sanity,
O Shyama

I saw you dancing on dead,
and rejoicing on the alive,
laughing wickedly on falls,
and smiling tenderly on rises,
O shyama, shyama,

this is not just another ritual,
this is not just another formality,
this is not just joy,entertainment,
this longing is larger than life,

Shyama, Shyama,Shyama . . .