Obsessive Words

My hands obsessive with words, these words am writing to you
Those words am spilling out, those words that are on the tip of my tongue
Those words am keeping back, from spilling out
They are just between you and me, I've come a long long way
Just to speak to you, but you are nowhere to be found
As I stand by the Ganges, whispering where are you my love, where are you..
My eyes are full of dreams, whilst my feet are bleeding
Coveted, in the distances, my eyes, my dreams
The monsoon rain that came upon me, soaking me through and through
As the silvery moon came out, surprising me with, with that touch
That only you can touch, am completely wet through and through
I loved that feeling, that feeling I remembered so well
As we talked from morn till night,  You with the sea dust, over you
Like that ancient sailor, that goes from point to point never missing you
Tunnel vision blinkered, not noticing that silence between my love and me
Like the petals, from that Rose, that red, red Rose with that heavenly scent,
That I've brought for you, the Rose that I throw in the Ganges, as I spoke you name
Whispering why don't you my, love, just kiss me as you speak words of love
From way, above that mountain high to the glorious Ganges where people bathe religiously...
And I a Poet in the rain, calling out you name...calling you.