A cerulean gaze, from heavens bowed so low,
A silken braid, where shadowed currents flow.
The cleansed air breathes a fragrant, whispered grace,
And love spills forth, in droplets time and space.
In monsoon's soft, persistent, silver rhyme,
The peacock dreams in dances, lost to time.
Peacock dreams are dancing.
In monsoon's silver rhyme, the peacock starts to sway,
Peacock dreams are dancing, and dream the day away.
Dark eyes now fall, as clouds begin to press,
The wind's soft chimes, a rhythmic tenderness.
A hidden gleam, from veil's embrace so deep,
A lightning flash, where secrets softly sleep.
The rain's sweet bells, a tinkling, gentle sound,
In monsoon's soft, persistent, silver ground,
The peacock dreams in dances, lost and free.
Peacock dreams in dances, just you and me.
From azure heights, the nectar starts to pour,
And blossoming life, on your form, we adore.
In monsoon's kiss, we bathe in liquid light,
Then close to me, in tender, soft delight.
The dream-bride blushes, shyly, softly sighs,
In monsoon's soft, persistent, silver skies,
The peacock dreams in dances, dancing free.
Peacock dreams in dances, just you and me.
Peacock dreams are dancing, just for you and me.
Peacock dreams are dancing, for eternity.
|
