You with no identity 
Of thoughts awakening my conscious

Deepening affections unfathomable 

At dusk, twinkles of your soul

 Tickle the core of my deep hue 

With no face,

Of touches trickling through my nerves  

Sparks gushing across my streams 

From the back of my palm, caresses strike your lush cheeks,

Hairs stand on both of ours 

eyes lost in the sanctity of our company 


With no voice, 

Of whistles softer than a nightingale 

A song, melancholy of love 

Slipping through your lips 

As sweet as a glistening sunrise 

With no name,

Of whispers louder than the echoes  

With no sound bustling as though Exorcised 

Pierced silence clench deeper,  

A blasted muteness absolving the cosmos 


With no scent,

Of breeze riddled with your fragrance 

Undulating across tides and meadows 

With every drop of rain, tossed Billow of glacier

Emanating from earth’s core

With no being, 

Of radiance illuminating the vast horizon 

Scintillating through our whole being 

Fused elements of our existence 

Emitting flares of an explosive love

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