Longings

Like the chatak bird...

That longs for the first drop of rain..

I too long for thy Love, to wash me off my pain...

Thy Love encompassing that weaves this universe in its womb...

From the silence of thy being, as a dew on flower blooms...

And when all the dreams within becomes ones only souls yearning;

To see a smile dance upon thy lips...a silent prayer...that emerge from these endless longing's.

That one day let your cloud of Grace loom large on me too...

And let it touch me and drench me, with thy love-filled dew...

For other than that drop of thy ocean love...

Let my thirst be quenched not...But be quenched only by thy touch; My Divine Lord!