1+1=1

The war of the bloody wand gets initiated-
The melodious resonance of the war-drums
Reverberates in both the body-castles
And, sets fire to the armless militancy!
Primordial concupiscence blows out
From within the deep chasms of blood vessels;
The twin body-blades,
Happily fit into the same sheath of desire;

The pair of hearts voluntarily gets trapped
In the electrified web of the intrinsic mystery;
Thoughts vanish,
As blades of grass in the whirlpools!

The corporal spring blooms in Vishwaroopam

As the melange where every colour, taste and splendour merge;

The breaths of the blended mountain fountains
Mingle into a single river in full spate-
The nectar of enchantment overflows in every direction;

The only war
-Where rival parties raise the same flag of victory-
Wraps up on the warm moonlit dunes of times!
The two rainbows of bodies merge into one
In the orbit of rapture;

The tide of seas of hot-blood
Swoons successfully on the frosty peak of engrossment;

In the hush of forgotten words,