Self-willed exile

I longed to sit side by side till eternity
You and I were traveling together  
With luggage of dream
Wandering along I felt like touching your hand
You said “you will not touch me”
With mesmerized eyes
I glanced at your exquisite lips
You said “turn aside your look”

These so many days rolled into a year or more
Poetry has remained banished from me
Or I have led an ostracized life from poetry

I am taking food, walking along and talking to you
Tell me correctly am I really in exile
Or totally steeped in the realm of poesy-

May be I have scarcely written a line of verse
All these days
But I dwell in the abode of poesy
My address is still the same old
- Stand of unfathomable ocean of poetry
Where windy doors remain open
Where joy of bliss trickles down from green leaves
Where water birds descend from clouds
I live there
And dwell in depths deeper than dream
Where it is possible to be in communion with soul
I live there
I shall remain there till eternity
Let that life be a life of exile from poetry.