The Magical Touch Poem by Shirsak Ghosh

Flying Away in The Open Sky are the birds of my dreams,
Flying Away to the Land of My Hearts are the birds of my dreams,
Seems I'm well past out of my time.
A touch from someone makes me wonder all around;
In a blink, I was someone else
Heart remaining every pure like lotus on a pond,
Eyes sparkled with vivacity and gratitude.
On that magical touch my head gyrated over and over again!
I didn't see anything clearly,
Everything disappeared into a sweet, dark haze, as under chloroform.
My memory dwelt on the touch.
Where should I go? Where should I aim for?
And What if I don't recognize the people on my path?
Life is complete without a touch of madness.
I sense a crazy mental conversation with myself from the time being.
But Heart says just blindly go to any place where desire takes you!
That Magic Force transformed me into something special,
Now whatever must happen, must happen;
Now I finally know who I was meant to be..