The long and conjusted paths,
Paths towards your smiling face,
Seem like endless roads to Byzantium,
However, I’m not sailing to that place,
But my voyage is meant for you,
To be with you, to touch your hair,
Your lips, moist and red like rose petals,
A thirst to feel them and swallow.
I’m walking and decorating the passage,
With the memories you left behind,
Your endless smiles, the smell, and love.
The English crossed the sea to Byzantium,
In search of freedom and betterment,
But my voyage is for confinement,
Under the secured walls of your emotions,
Mirth, mysteries, hollowness, dexterity,
All combine and form an edifice,
A monument of love, like the Taj,
My feelings are pious, distilled in isolation,
You know it better, as you know me,
The depth of my love and sacrifices,
I won’t tell you, but stand one day,
Beside you to surprise in suddenness,
I know you caress me and love me,
The rose petals will glow in affection,
Again and again in the dew of passion.

Saket Kumar.