The lounge
by: Haresh Daswani

Calming mind and soul,
Poetry divine.
The only light, soft, glowing blue,
Amidst, the room, dark.
Cool air surrounds, breezeless bliss.
The floor is silk,
Barren of seats.
Music, tranquil,
Lullaby sweet,
Yet dark, enticing,
A sacred high.
The world is bare,
Paused for a moments time.
The mirror reflects vanity,
Not of self, but of the world…

The cushions soft,
Embracing me,
This is my world,
My lover,
Caresses me in my mind.
None is more beautiful,
Divine…