We hear the classic encores of,
The melodies of nightingales
We see the mysterious moon,
In the fascinating vast sky
With crimson tainted beaks,
The hue of lovely butterflies
With kaleidoscopic wings,
The swarm of bedecked bees
And the chirping of enchanting birds,
I set myself for epiphany
Because… you are in love

The fresh scented breeze at dawn,
The swaying of svelte branches
The surreal in the mountain air,
The sight of ruddy rugged terrain
The scintillating rhythm in a violin,
The smile of an infant
And the luxurious vibrant cascades,
Are indeed aspiring… only when
You are in love.

The spectacular setting of the sun,
The wonder of the mysterious night
The beatific luster of the stars,
The sight of the enchanting tulips
Nestled in nature’s lap.

The silvery snow-white mountains
The silent message in the eyes of a beloved one
The ethereal feeling in a cozy home
With everyone around.
The rhythmic rustling in the bamboo shoots,
The electrifying laughter of a young maiden
And the first shower of a repulsive summer
And an aura of mystery… only when
You are in love.

The dwindled rays of an evening,
The silence and tranquility in a temple,
The florid canopy of fragrant journies,
The alluring dance of a graceful peacock
The majestic gait of a sorrel horse,
The catchy tunes from a faraway flute
Are indeed wishful and fascinating… only when
We are in love.