I won’t prefer a sonnet,nor do I love an ode

Ah,mystical magical moments rarely demands a structured mode

As I dive deep inside her riveting earthy eyes

Oh stop! I earned a million dollar price

Beyond ordinary senses or touch

We flow together as waves,in blue and pink

Amplitude rise,emotions arise,frequencies sync

She sits with her eyes close

Inside her,infinite serene world she chose

Gently filling her grace and mine

In this dark turbulent times,my sunshine

She is me,I am her

More I absorb,less I can see the separation

She has taken this blissful body,for a special preparation.

My offering,my remembrance,my unconscious utterance

Her dwelling,Her acceptance,Her persistence

Her eternal eccentric energetic existence

She lights up everything with her surreal presence

Then it blurs,And All I see is,

She is me,I am her

A magnificent moment to revere

I won’t try an haiku or prose

Spiritual journey is of special significance

In her,I relish,revere and realise every essence

Let’s end this poem with a beautiful sentence

I am her,she is me,a medium to embrace the divine