Lense Of Night Poem by Shelvakumari Thachayil

I want to cover my naked soul
You are the byproduct of my desire
I want you more than I want me
Some veins create a stretch marks of you
But you ever traced my identity
Like a magic you are everything to me
And treat you as a queen
I think it is the real love from the mind
As a ghost your thoughts wrapped around
Then I flies in the sky where ever I wish
Blindly release the art of love
Breaks the bonds of the mind creation
Watch your face through the lense of night
Memory remains in the darkness
When the dreams are away became the waste of life.