My Mistress

- - My Mistress- My Mistress is not the phantom of delight, Not the morbid way oflooking life as Metaphysical aloofness, She is life itself with pain of living, The song of unuttered voice. I have left my flute for her exotic tune, The way she talks, smile and her silent euphonious love for me. I saw her secretly stealing my heart, The way of the world and my heart's canorous song of life. She is a storm without wind, Shower without rain. She talks like unknown asserting it's Presence, the mind without mind. Life and death together, she is my ultimate Way of living. Life is a lawn, extension of death and it's beauteou fulfillment.