Your Coming, My Becoming....

Your coming into my life is like becoming,
Your caress is like a hue of marigold.
My heart knows you care for me
The winds say it aloud, almost in letters bold.

The writing is there on the wall,
But what to do- the wall is tainted with mud
The taint prevents me from meeting your eyes
A flower that refuses to leaves its abode, its bud.

Who does not love flowers and their fragrance?
When did I say I don’t want to be with you?
I have forever wanted to be a part of you,
Have stood and waited for a lifetime in a queue

My turn shall come one day
When a few living moments of yours will be mine,
There would be that one day, when your one look-
Will do the work done by a glass of wine

Intoxicate is what you do to me….
You bring the best out of me
You are the rhythm in my song of the soul
You bring my tune to such glee

Will wait for your magic to pick me up
I wait to be engulfed by your wave,
I swear I will ride with all my heart
Will readily become for life, your loving slave!!