soul to soul

i sleep facing a giant french window
Winter is wrapped in layers of breeze and Spring is on the anvil
and night after night, some subliminal magic lilts in the air
infusing it with a bouquet of rare,unvisited fragrances
"mae ni mae mere geetaan de naina vich birhon di dhadak padey...."
my universe is conversing with me
how can i sleep?
no,i cannot offend life by closing my eyes to it
i must witness it's magic unravel with all the life i have in me
long after the sun has set
in the wake of a night, the seeker dreams with eyes wide open
such meditative calm
such meditative calm
such an unearthly hour
such divinity
"ratti ratti jaaga nu, rovey mohey mitraan nu, mae mainu neend na pavey............."
i sit here and dream into serenity
such effortless bliss
such relentless conversation