the rose petals look fresh,
with the fresh dew settling in,
on this winter morning
I stare at the flower constantly
It will bloom for today
and fade away in the oblivion tomorrow
I get instant enlightenment
let me live today
without the obstruction of the past
and restriction of tomorrow
and without attachment or detachment
I smell the fresh rose
I smell the divine
the moon whispers within the clouds
it is the night of the wind chimes,
the air is surreal and cool
a time to be festive,
as feverish passions are creating
a festival of mind, body, soul and beyond
this is the festival of the ignited souls
who are subconsciously being prayerful by being playful
entwined, engrossed and connected
while he thrusts inside her
the pleasure on her face
and the moon shines
Her smile is like a weaved tapestry
eyes that caress my thoughts,
capture my silence
her smile makes its own moves
having a crackling spark,
a shrill whispering conspiracy,
arousal of a thirsty kind
her smile is a benign prayer
I meditate mostly on it.
I am dying
with each passing second
I have been breathing you in
and breathing you out
you have just left me
and I am out of breath
the decay is visible
the freckles of my eyes
see misty dew on the banyan tree
underneath which I held you close
while it rained
today, sun didn’t shine
out on the cliff, someone fell
into the subtle super-consciousness
I hold on to that known myth
I will inherit another planet
after I die
where will you be taken, I am not sure
I am dying
and all the shades of my past
are passing me by
the leaves are leaving the trees
spring is yet to come
I see your smile in a flash
Can i really be apart from you?
She is
delectable and decadent
unprecedentedly spoilt
a piece of freshly baked croissant,
Desirable, lemon tart,
passion spark
she is
magnanimously spell bound,
a curious vagabond,
serene as dawn
hot as a frown
never to be found
she is
a wild paragon
a lovers love, a Texan dove,
the sensuous sound of a flute
the profoundness of a root
she is the flavour of bergamot
and of all the lot
she is a dream which she dreams
after a sip of the red wine
she is as real as she seems
she is the bitter chocolate
she is sweet marmalade
she is the shine
on this crazy life
yes she is
couldn’t ask for more
I saw her the other day
delectable and formidable
with a raw oomph
wearing white,
which looked turquoise
she was a challenge
sitting deliciously close
was that deliberate
how do I calibrate
she is a mystery
I am gonna find out
If there is a history
Oh and she is hasty
and nasty yet tasty
toasty, nutcracker
wild rocker, sensuous shocker
I dream her, see her everywhere
I want to see her, have her
grab her, tease her, please her
I just want to know her, feel her
steal her
don’t know what to say
I guess I am swayed
and I pray
that I see her
when I open my eyes….
Underneath the unexpurgated skies
we had lusty excursion
on a lonely, cool beach,
past midnight,
the lovely Mediterranean breeze
was the metaphor
we swam with the
low tide,
bare and undemanding
being natural was the catch
the swim was the act part one
the fatal smile on your face
meant that I was your food
for the night
the hunger evident
in your very look
the fatal attraction
churned the wildness
into a fiery animal instinct
which spoilt the swim
and turned us into
wild, selfish, decadent creatures
as we caressed and kissed
and had a feast of each other
all through the night
again, again, again
and yet again
I heard you howl and moan and yell and cry,
claiming the whole world as yours
the concupiscence never satiated
till our bodies went sour
the heat of our
passion engulfed the ocean
we saw the evaporations
over the sea, within us
when the dawn broke,
the water of the sea
had gone dry…
and there was that fatal smile
on your face again!
Serendipitous realities
push me to a whirlpool of colours
and I swim in between the
shades of blue, green, emerald and peach
I smell of an exotic fragrance
when I come out of the divine water
and feel on a high altitude,
high with bliss and love and all that,
wearing soft cotton clothes,
on a better off-than-Mediterranean beach
and lo! the music starts and I see her,
right there, having a strange looking
glass in her hand, sipping out of it,
and revelling in it,
looks enchanting
as she walks towards me
and whispers in my ears, “lets have
all the best food and the wines in the world”
and I ask why
she tells me that violence has ended in the world
and there is eternal peace
so, it calls for celebration,
endless wine and endless love
till the endless time…
we celebrate, make love
on the backwaters,
sky glitters with
noiseless fireworks…
I am in the real heaven,
on earth…
and then suddenly
I get up, with an uproar outside
I see a man slaughtered
and I realise I am awake….
can I be back,
in my dreams?
Azure skies
and emptiness below
looks like it will not rain
further
carelessly walking
on the sands
at the beach
suddenly
one house of mud is destroyed
by my feet
as I sit on the
big rock
the roar of the waves
makes me forget
who am I
I try to hold the sand
but it slips
from my fingers
that’s life
but we keep on linger
a tap on my shoulders
make me see you
your beautiful smile
asks me to smile
life is still young I feel
I miss you
the sky is full of dark clouds
wounds of the heart
get worse
there is unquenched thirst
I miss you
trees have stopped blowing
the breeze of happiness
life looks mundane
its such a enigmatic game
I miss you
waterlogged streets make my feet muddy
a truck splashes me by
no one seems to comprehend
where do I stand
without you
this is what happens
all the gospels lead me
to frustration
when there is no
indication
of your coming back
I miss you
clouds have disappeared
replaced by harsh sunlight
with all the might
your smile could have
made me feel alright
I miss you
do I see you nodding too ?
