Spring Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The bloom of youth through the rip in time
Cascading down the bosom of the wild universe
Tinge of red in its petals of eternal passion
Eyes of a young woman, sleepless yet blissful night
Restless, yet ever so restful
A night of hunt, yet a night of feast,
A season of rains, after a eternity of drought
A night, but an endless eternity of light
A moment, nothing becoming everything
Nude in form, yet no shape, drunk in desire, yet no lust
Pure energy, yet no lecherous gaze
To consummate the mate?
To loose in the self, to dissolve, to burst, to explode
A supernova of youth through time
No dark matter no white matter,
The finding of its own. The unveiling of the self.