Treasure Island

Neela Nath


Frozen Yet Warm


The rivers must lose
their way and desert
will be there
without Oasis.
The fine lines
and the borders
will reach me
to the zone
of No-man's Land!
The crowned beauty
and the worshiped
love may wallow
on the dust of
the faded horizon.
Nothing lasts....
Nature transfers
her immortality
to the saplings too.
That's it!
Eats away the
greens of mine, yours
every one's
mirth for the future,
I shall walk along
on the path of winter
with the thought
of your enigmatic
magnificent love.
Time will stay
mesmerized to watch
me with victorious
smile on my lips.
As I love you
with silence, without
any lust, desire............
Frozen yet warm,
love without thirst- - - - -
A cosmic love of Space.

Submitted: Saturday, March 15, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 18, 2014

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