Ilaxi Sudhir Patel
He’d drink by himself
And raise a weathered thumb,
Towards the high shelf,
Calling another rum.
Recollecting memories
Of colossal joys and pain
Pretty damsels and swaying hips
Living in a dreamy world with great spirits.
He’s a pleasure delight
O’er charged with burthen of own love’s might
More than that tongue that more hath more expressed,
O learn to read what silent love hath wrapped
Heavy eyelids to the weary night
Dost thou desires be broken
While shadows mock thy sight?
It is thy spirit that thou think so right
O no! Thy love, though none for me, is all oh so right!
A stranger in disguise, passes through the way
Painting my age with beauty of gone days
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine
Adieu, no haste, Memories are but delight!