My beloved is hiding from me. br He showed a glimpse br and disappeared br I have lost my senses and my sleep. br Who needs them anyways br If your beloved is not there? br He has become the pomegranate seed, br Which goes in hiding in the autumn freeze br I will not sleep till the spring arrives. br He may just peep in between br And bring the spring with Him. br I hear His laughter everywhere.... br You have His smile, br And you, His laugh br As day turns into wine night br And night into dripping day, br The Moon changing from fullness br To a stricken thin crescent shape, br Longing for her lover br Who hides from her as she makes her entry.... br As the mynah breaks into a grieving song.... br As the stream moans while gushing down, br The ocean eons away.... br They are all singing my story. br Why are you making me die before my death? br Surprise me by kissing me on my lips br And make the moment stretching into eternity.... br Give me just one glimpse and br Make my lifeless body devoid of soul br Spring back into a dance, br Emerging from the part of the part of my whole br br ******** For a poetry reading celebrating 700th birth anniversary of Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi, written in his spirit********br br Renu Rakheja a.k.