Love – my air

a poem by Chetan Bhatia

Without you, every breath I take,
Like a puff of fumes without hope;
Without you, the charm of life,
Like the hangover after cheap dope.

Every breath of my love,
Makes a cloud float;
Sailing across the sky on cloud nine,
As I cross the sky on cloud boat.

Beyond land beyond ocean,
Beyond hypnotizing exotic scent;
Your fragrance belittles Eden,
Paradise is what I meant.