Eeran Megham

With Glowing Guitars and blazing ballads,
You sold  my solitude and Defined my desires.

With Dreaming  dholaks and Celestial Chimes,
Transmuted torment to harmonious healing hopes,
As an impassioned iota of you washed over me.

There you stood , took me flying,
Then you smiled , painted my living.
In Stolen Glances, Blinding bliss,
Found my reasons and found my faith.

In  godly groves, among nightly nymphs,
I forge fanatically your arcane altar,
By binding blizzards and taming thunder,
Extracting ecstasy, exciting the esoteric.
Venerating Venus, vivifying the virtuous.


When these Melodious monsoons  nourish nirvana,
Celebrating ur cherubic charm in creations crucible,
Accenting that alluring angelic affection.
Senses soar, scribing sacred sanguine songs,
For when this raven  romantic regale my rhapsody,
Baby, I will make u mine.
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Omane nine njan swatham aakum.