River, rivulet, brooks merge at his feet.
For them, he is their ultimate master with whom they feel complete.
But he has deep suffocation inside.
Though he tries to be a calm master, he has his ebbs and tides.
As his meditations are always broken by an effulgent nymph.
Wearing a silver sequinned gown, every fortnight, she woos him
And he becomes restless and crawls gently towards the shore.
And creates hypnotic melodies from his core
And her silvers shine upon his emerald, turquoise bosom.
Leaving a trail of undying love by luna, graceful and lissome.
Shed his inhibitions, he goes on a rippling dancing spree
He forgets himself, sets himself free.
And the moment she disappears on the horizon.
He retreats, but in his core forever her name emblazons.
Though brief, he loves the celestial rendezvous, as he can be himself.
There is no greater joy than enjoying one’s true self.
There is more freedom when one is a commoner
At least with effulgent luna, he can become a simple lover.
His fathomless eyes shed tears solitary.
He suffocates when the world makes him a primordial seer, he feels free when silvery luna makes him ordinary.