Alaknanda Patel Arti(Apa)

alaknanda patel arti(apa)pitchers of love
water your orchids;while my gardens lie all
dry,dead,and deceased with no water to revive
me ever thirsty
apa side to side i seek things that i cannot
see;and i grab the things that i do not miss
why did you,why did you stand on me?!
then retreat touching me with your enchanted
love beads;apa,apa,apa;now the night stretch
endless;days dissect dreams;your love`s my
love`s only complementary;apa,apa,apa please
do believe am dying everyday by an inch
sinking,sinking,sinking in the whirlpool of
loveless beliefs
o come rescue me;i`m in thee wanna cultivate
culture forever my love seeds;and then season
shall come giving out new leaves,new petals
new flowery feasts burning all twilight
shunning all sunshine
excepting you in me!