Beauty In Thoughts

Your beauty can be conceived
only in the womb of my thoughts,
it gestates there, away from reality of death and decay,
just an essence,
pure- as only a figment of imagination can be.

Your beauty, a fragrance in mind
that strays freely like a child
and livens up all my thoughts with its kisses,
is born of a longing;
a longing woven during intimate conversations
of my soul and mind, about beauty.

I often retreat into my solitude
chanting words and phrases,
in labour of delivering you in to the world
through my poetry,
exactly as you are in my head: an amorphous sensation,
for those who have an eye for beauty in any thing.

So that, even in real world,
your beauty not bound by shape and form,
will be free from death and decay,
to last for ever; and
with it a part of me: my name.

-Pulastya