…and the Hand Departs!

a poem by Vasudevan

The spring of inspiration and motivation
The charming statue of determination
Loosening slowly the clutches
Deeply looking into my eyes
Expresses decision to depart
Showing desert path to my heart
Those eyes that resemble sapphire
Came into my life like Zephyr
Alas… it really dissolved in air
I scream…
Is it reality in dream or vice-versa?
Who she is? What is the relation?
Mighty God Almighty… bend down and whisper
God came
Like a light of beam…
Permanent rainbow spoils beauty of nature
Deathless human kills importance of relation and…
Stop! I yell again… No philosophy
Tell me who she is?
She is part of me… Humans call her Angel…
God left
I start living with non-stop belief of crescent
To become full moon at least for a day…
I will see her a day…