Why can’t you feel my yearning?

As moon keeps her gaze fixed at sea

You look at me

With two pain-filled curious eye

As if in a search of hidden meaning.

Why can’t you see my longing?

Nothing is hidden here

Gone is all barrier-

To your gaze, open is each part of my heart

In one stroke, I have given all and gone broke

May be that’s why

You can't feel my heart-felt cry.

If my heart were a large gem- piece 

Could cut and deice

Then using a thread,

 Make one jewel studded

Necklace for thy slender neck

You could wear it just in a sec.

Beauties sacred- half bloomed and red

I could pluck them with  long stems

And place them   in your dazzling hair.

With my own hands delicate care.

But this is a complete heart. My dream!

Flows in curves as a mountain stream

 Varying its pace- fast and slow

Can’t trace its bank, nor its flow

Don’t know its depth or origin

But its ruled by you. My queen.

Were the love is just happiness

The hint of a mirth

And a joyous smile

Would light up my face and profile

It would say what left unsaid

And would enable  read my friend.

Two dark dew beads,

Stuck at eyelids

Would give my face that distressed mien.

You could read my hearts SMS

Just by looking at face.

But Love  It is not that simple

It is one sacred complex feel

Flame of love is a fire spreading

Full in brim but goes on begging

Each passing moment it changes bit.

That’s why I can’t explain it.

Let go if you can’t read it

In brighter rays and fading light 
Read it gradually by small bits

Different shades of my heartbeats.

 One can feel love–but in part,