Hundred Pages of Love

You fondly called it,
"Our hundred pages of love".
It's like hundred years of waiting,
Another hundred years of living,
And a hundred years of remembering!

It means hundred times you applauded,
For this stage and show to continue.
It means a hundred times you smiled,
Just to keep me awake through the night.
When I lost my sleep over a thought,
Of losing my dancing feet to fear and fate,
You danced whole night with me,
With your hoping heart and soul,
Soaked in our flesh with a glass of wine.

We can't rest now as day is on,
Whether busy or lazy we make this world.
We know the river will flow,
The trees will grow,
The birds will nest,
With a sky, blue sky !

A drop of rain,
Falls on our skin,
To tell us,
That we aged,
A hundred more years in love!

By the Beach

I was walking by a beach,
With a kinder heart to chat.
I was talking of my past,
And you did steal all my talk!

I was walking by a beach,
With a kinder heart to chat,
I was talking of this day,
And you did steal all my talk!

I was walking by a beach,
With a kinder heart to chat,
I was speaking of my future,
And you did steal all my talk!

Now when I talk to the wind,
I call her by your name.
And when I talk to the waves,
I call her by your name.

When all have left this beach,
And have gone to rest in their nests,
I shall talk to the river in an oath,
That you can flow with its promise,
To reach my shore before I leave.

When it Hurts...

Beloved, I hear that you are hurting,
And for a while, you feel much lonely,
In a small world that you wished all your life,
With a mother, brother, me and our dog!

In your tiny world, every dream look big,
And you sleep with them to make it big.
But when night has lucid time to spare,
You cry of losing dreams that made you live.

Can I hold your hands for a feeling,
That you are together with a dream,
That you touch and feel on your palm.

When you wake up at night to guard a dream,
When it hurts to sleep that you dream only a dream,
Let's know in all knowing,
Living this dream is the real dream.

Coffee Cup

I drank a cup of coffee,
And ate a piece of bread,
Had a chocolate cookie,
That you left for me to last,
Any bitter days of hunger.

I am waiting for your arrival,
Again at my door,
With a bag full of cookies,
Wrapped in your smile and scent of your hands!

I feel like a baby,
And you feed me with your breast!
Now I know I am a baby,
Grown up to be your dad!
Crazy chemistries!
Who wants the ideal,
If ideal is this messy,
With a wave of uncertain wind, on its side,
A low and high tide to test!

I will wait until you come,
To have another cup of coffee;
For no hunger can ever steal,
The True Love you left in my cup.

Morality of Love

Am I writing rubbish?
I write only of love and life,
Around me, I see a thousand pale faces,
And they break their brain to save a small world.

I feel like a child,
Seated in an adult classroom.
They speak of algebra and physics,
I stare off afar, like a teen in love.

I can hear the bells off a church steeple,
And a music from its sacred choir;
A boring sermon chewing every scripture,
I know, I am a fugitive in a foreign land!

Can you tell me,
If I am doing right?
I only know that my love is mad,
Like a scorching sun or a roaring rain.
Without any qualm of,
Subjugation or denial,
I persist beyond all peril,
Of a moral decadence,
As you are my only moral,
And your love is morality to live.

Rainy You

I don't' know why,
I can't' rest if I don't write?
I keep feeling an incomplete man,
when my brain doesn't feel your thoughts,
And my fingers paint your song,
On a rough white sheet of my heart.

I don't know why,
I am lazy without a plan,
In a scheduled business of scholarly pursuit?
Oh I know, that I need a breath and a scent,
To keep my soul from any decay!

A gentle rain now turns crazy,
To chase me to my closet.
But I just can't do it,
As you my rain are so pure!
Now I know the pain of a rain,
And can resist any dry day of the earth,
With a song to sing into your pain.

Let me persist my love,
And escape all shackles,
With you to jump off the sky.
Now we breathe our smell of earth,
Deep from our navel,
To a warring sky of neurons,
With the calm of a sea, buried in our bosom!

The Embrace

Sunday, the second week of school,
Solitude embraces me in your memory;
Writing to you my love poem,
From a book smelling lover's campus!

Designed in curves are the iron benches,
Uninvited songs of machines and cars,
Warm but windy and tall trees to shadow,
And you blanket me in your embrace,
with a beautiful slavery to love,
In a lullaby of a summer wind!

I forgot to tell you of this EMBRACE,
A bronze sculpture by Hans Schleeh.
She is pretty and he is strong.
They embrace before my gaze,
In a sacred shroud of naked veil;
With a world of truth and peace,
Like a birth and a death,
And a space awaiting in flesh.
Is this naked space,
An art of not knowing to love?
Beloved, let this embrace last,
Until we know the love and it's pain of loss!