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!

Epiphany of Trust

Beloved, it's raining outside,
And I find you inside shivering,
Let me take you through these stairs,
To a balcony to catch in wet suits,
The promise of the sky in a starry night!

Below your gaze is a growing planet,
Beyond your finger tip is a flowing river,
Your dance is a ballad to the future of dreams,
With a tune of beating heart to birth a thunder!

The epiphany breaks down,
Like a fully rained rain!
And your memory catch fire again,
Of a past you soaked in rain!
Now your trust is tested in heat,
You look below your gaze for hope,
And you see planet dying in heat.

Can you keep an eye for the cloud?
Can we dance in a hope of rain?
That you trust this man in every pain,
And like a rain we melt again,
To an epiphany that a trust can trust!

Depression in Pieces

Sadness comes from an empty nowhere,
And hover over you like a dirty embrace!
Speechless, for you know not who is this,
To this scattered soul, let's give a drop of love!

Shall I hold your palm for this hour,
That you pray in this garden for a cure!
We are awake to wake up without a night,
We are asleep with a sleep that we think!

You grab me tight to feel my flesh,
As you tussle with robbery and theft,
Of every unknown force on your flesh,
And O' God, your last grip of life in my flesh!

You see that the thugs have left the scene,
And the myriad of a melancholic drama done,
You ease your breath, with a hush so deep,
And beg for light, as you sleep on my chest!

Soon you chuckle with smile,
Speak to my ears,
Pretending to be strong,
Slying my eyes, that you played it a trick.
Soon I pretend that I can't fall asleep,
And grab your flesh like a baby in travail,
And you rock me to sleep,
Like a newly born mother to my soul!

Our Plea: Signed by my Beloved and Me

I am terrified to know,
That we are denied any ownership,
Of our story, when we tell it!

My dearest story, can't I see you anymore,
Though we played hide and seek.
Do I lose your colour and smell,
That my skin touched  in cold and warm?

Can this be fair to my secret pleasure,
As this 'Reality Principle' ever active over me?
If I grieve you now, it's not a farewell,
For you live beyond my reach, deep inside my bones.

To my onlookers and audience,
A word of caution with a plea of love!
When we tell our untold stories,
And you sit as judge to dissect our lines,
You may hear its cry on your walls,
Of your heart, if you give it life.

There is love like an ocean,
Pain like our earth,
Laughter to the moon and stars,
But a bit of darkness and silence
That we can't escape!

For you, Signed by my Beloved and Me!

Leap of Faith

Leap of faith is all that I hear,
That you repeat, when all else fail.
Trial and error and a scientific tenor,
Is that your 'learned helplessness' of this hour?

You argue for a 'moral certitude',
With an odd precision in orderless life,
For a committed marriage to last forever,
That's mere impossible, and you know it well!

If you failed any time you tried,
Trying harder will ever make sense?
I hear your cry, that you worry,
Of a shipwreck, even when the sea is calm!

It's a choice to be in this sea,
For every voyage has it's potential,
It doesn't calculate as an easy sum,
But a journey worth making if it's a sea!

Beloved, let's learn this magic,
Together with the precision of a scientist,
In failing each other we invent all our secrets,
And so we find a logic, indeed in this leap of faith!

In the Eye of a Storm

I feel calm as I head for the city,
For I told you, I am a farmer's kid.
But who brought this calm, if not a storm!
That we churned in our bed with fire and tear.

You waver on your earth, tither and hither,
And your cold dreams of doom and despair,
A volcano, fast impatient waiting to erupt,
But I see a belly of fire to birth our peace!

You watch all your steps, latch all doors,
To a caution, born ago in pre-natal times.
You ask me to care beyond what I care,
It's hard, often I don't know to care a fire!

The song we hear all night is not a song,
But your breath waving in love!
The food that we eat, often lose it's punch,
But with your taste of life it tastes all yummy!

Beloved, learning to love is learning to die,
If death hasn't taught it, yes love will indeed!
As we learn to fly this treacherous terrain,
Peace I know in the storm, for we churned every storm!

An Early Dream but Real

I am too excited that  I can't but write of you,
For you arrived in secret before I woke up-
To see you, the princes of my fairy tale. And-
You fill this shack with a scent of your soul!

Night was filled with you, and I painted
Perfect picture of you in every colour and class.
Called you by sweet names jewels cast in love,
Winked an eye, to wish your love very best!

A glass of wine with your arrival chill this air,
And are we going blind to what is called real
Love is deep as this is night in your side,
Let me live this for a million times.

Before I get old with my worries of age,
You sooth me to see life a moment for  real.
Let's close our eyes and open to a kiss,
Before these august eyes flashing with joy,
Of our wedding day's welcome guests!

Season happening

Something is happening in me for sure,
As I wait for your arrival dear,
Haven't slept  or ate for a while,
A joy has stolen all worries of my day!

Something is happening in me for sure,
As time pass by like a kind passer by,
Never do I say it's late or early,
All I say is it's sweet that I forget!

Something is happening in me for sure,
For dreams are far brighter and clear,
Sleeping late and wake up early, to wait,
On life, as my best guest is to come today!

Something is happening in me for sure,
For I know a season is only a dressed up time,
Until I change my gaze to view any time new,
It waits to change it's attire in love!

All I know my beloved,
Is a simple season of smile that you give!

Self Care

Nail polish, face bleach and make up,
you, a modern girl who knows your body.
And your story is that of a hegemony untold,
That suppression kept you under sacred rags!
And the gods of men made you feel like a queen,
And she in their courtyards begged freedom to her flesh!

Tell me a while ago who brought you salvation?
That now you know your body in suffering and pleasure!
A Christ of women, from heaven in his pure form?
Who knew how, a hurting Magdalene to give a break!

I desired you a million times in your body,
And promised to care it, a millions times for sure!
For I know our body is the smile of our souls,
Who lost their pleasure in heaven, on their way to earth!
Never I knew to care it well until you did say,
Of all tips of health to try at home in our stay!

Let me agree that you know your body like you say,
Not a man, even me, can't judge it well, I must say
I am a farmer's son, and I know to care this earth in a way,
Now I know you my earth, as you dress this season in your way!

You are Never Boring!

Do we get ever bored with love?
You ask me as I portray your beauty
On a canvas as you model this portrait.

Did you ask, if I am bored with you,
When this canvas is full with colour in your shape?
And do you ask me if you are just a model,
And this painting only is real? in your fear!

Beloved, let me answer your query,
With a pain I every carry of patriarchy,
That the truth  is that I am painting
All my walls of defence with bright,
Blue, red and green scheme of colours,
Carved in your shape to feel you more deep,
Deeper than me that I never miss your shape!

Every stroke of brush is my touch,
From a distant dream to reach your heart.
Like a finger of rain melted on soil,
We love beyond poles of you and me.
And this life is not enough,
For every wall needs a portrait of you,
To tell that you are never boring
But a breath that I give my life to!

Patching Souls

Strangely you ask me a day,
Soon after I am done with my rants,
On your faults and falls to name a few,
"Can you look at me and see my tears,
Before you search for a towel to fix this mess?"

In my defence, I murmur of "all efforts",
To ease your pain through my thinking head.
You never liked those words of reason,
All you heard was the counting of costs,
Jittering back to me as "all your efforts".

Then a silence, where we search,
For a word to clear our thoughts!
Logic and morals that we debate,
With a hope of curing this scene!

In a while, a fear of losing your shadow,
Sets on me like a veil of the wicked,
A cold that eats my bone to death!

In a shiver, I close my eyes,
And hear your cry in pain of love.
And my thinking head stoops to know,
The tears off your face on my chest.

Bursting wild this fortress of rights,
Fall on your feet to say a word of sorry
Soon you are kind my heaven so pure,
And you patch my broken vests for sure
With a smile and scent of love in your sorry.

Lost and Found

Beloved, I was lost for a while,
In a forest, in my head, amidst-
A score of carnivorous Beasts,
Striking a billion synapses to find our story,
In a mayhem of its  yesteryears fight for peace!

Finally though discovered a piece of peace,
On a flying route to your shack,
But loosely tethered pieces of my memory,
Once again lost our stories to wind!

Worries of a world, I am born naked to,
With an odd expectation to be the one I am not,
Were not my design though, and you know this truth,
Not an excuse either for losing our stories!

Every night you begged of me,
For a story that you penned with pain,
And you asked of me to write it all over,
To my diary with a pinch of salt and sugar!
Ive' scribbled a lot figures without a plot,
To last the loss of time to tell our stories fresh!

Flowing to You

My lush green love, I am a river with the smell of earth,
Flowing through you following your steps to your abode.
You are new like the morning rays,
With a smile and sweet resolution.
You work very hard, to bloom every flower
In our fertile land;
And you meet your river at every new turn,
To water every plant before its  a new day.

I am muddied with flood and rain,
Yet remember your tender hands for sure!
And as the sun peep into our hut,
I am clear and clean for our babies to play!

You wake me up to tell me a secret, that
With every wet step of your feet in your river,
You feel a breath of fresh faith, and
A sure hope to dress you in gorgeous green!

The roars, chirping and scary nocturnal eyes,
Never deter our silent smiles and hugs,
And we play, eat, sleep and dream,
With your roots deep into my shore,
And we never grow old, but are new ever!

First Love

Man's friend for long,
Our little Labradoodle,
Can't wait to see him soon,
As I prepare for this trip!

You walk him by your side,
Make him poo and pee, And
Tell him of your secret love,
As he smells his passions's secret!

He knows that you prepare a lot food,
And you play a lot of music,
He sees you dancing on a spur,
Even as you scare him, he sees you love!

From the comfort of a half open window,
He looks far to find his friend,
People walk by with their chuckle and murmur,
Roaring engines land and leave,
On giant wheels and steel wings!

'Finally she comes with a man
Who never knew to know a dog'
Your faithful friend probably thought,
As he smelled me for a first time.
But in a moment he was a convert,
In our loving lap,
As though he has got his family back.

Gift of the Day

I am an inpatient student in his fourth grade,
Watching for the school clerk in olden days,
Who rings a bell after every hour,
And I counted the final bell after noon.
That is my waiting for you in your late shift,
Holding my cell phone, for an sms of your coming.


As soon as you appear,
On the other side of the internet wall,
Breaking through the frequencies and waves,
I smile at you with a folded paper in hand,
Just as I welcomed you in an airport,
Holding a bouquet of flower in my back.
And you know what I hold in secret,
It's the gift for the day, a 'poem of love'

Learning to Read

I read through your letters,
And they spoke to me with a smile.
I searched you behind the letters,
You disappeared again behind them with a smile!

I read them again through their bends and curves,
With a loud voice and in a hush,
Stumbled over every syllable and vowel,
And they sounded like your smile and song!

I held your hands close to my chest,
As they wrote legibly on these cards,
And you breathed your breath in them,
That they speak to their beloved with love.

Hiding your smile you wrote in silence,
All those words that I pronounced any wrong,
Like 'things' 'thank you' and 'an apple'
The a's, t's, p's and v's
And you stooped down to kiss,
My cheek for every word,
I corrected in style.

You are my teacher for you know to correct,
And you know to correct,
'Cause you know to love,
And breathe the illegible letters to life.

Let it rain

Fall on me, you rain,
Like a waterfall from the wild;
Wrap me around with your shivering hands,
In this coldest of nights, my love.

I have a molten iron,
Melting through my navel;
With the roar and heat,
Of an awakening lava,
Fuming with the smoke of love.
Like a birthing mushroom egg,
Let me reach beyond the crust of earth;
To hold your hand in a wink of eye,
And cool my heat before it blasts.

A drop of misty crystal of rain,
On your lips waiting to travel,
In a knowing of a spring and summer,
To the land of lush green laps,
To embrace the earth of you beloved!

Let it pour rain in torrential levels,
And the smell of fresh earth survives,
Every wound and broken promise evaporate,
With the sigh of relief that 'love can heal'.

Dream of Eternity

Today when gods visited me,
My dream told a secret,
Of wild roses,
That never lost their fragrance.
For they were in eternal love with the wild!

Gods visited me again,
Now with the dream of a little jasmine,
Which never lost it's feathers,
Under any ravage of time or tempest,
For it hid it's head close to earth,
In an eternal love embrace!

Tired of dreams the gods,
Visited me with a dream as real as life.
A pretty woman in wedding attire,
Walking by the side of my soul,
With an elegant smile and silence,
Draped in flowing fridges of brocades!

The gods whispered to my ears,
That she has fragrance of eternity,
And that she will never wither away,
For her soul is rooted on earth,
With the wings of the sky to reach your soul.

Dance with the Moment

Beloved, I brought you,
To a house full of you.
On it's walls the hanging portraits,
The open windows for any god to visit,
The cooking pots with your recipes,
The melting candle with lavender scent,
The soothing music of your choice,
And a man, a hermit in your name!

As you reached my house,
You forgot your name in love.
And felt me in your walls,
As I reached you through these windows,
Singing to you from the singing machine,
And preparing a candle lit dinner,
In honour of my woman.

In a while we lost our walls,
That we built in fears,
We melt with lavender scent,
To sing a duvet, with the steps,
Of a dance that we know,
Not before or after,
But only while we dance,
The dance with the moment!

In Fear and Awe

It's a long awaited hour,
That I waited with candles lit,
Like the wise virgins of Bible,
With the fear if the oils run over,
Before you wake up,
To my voice and touch
That has survived
Through the times of your fears!

I have consulted experts and books,
They awakened my hope to tell me,
That no experts ever know the secrets,
Of the dance of a loving soul,
In it's training through tests and trials,
Until a little heart owns it to grow!

Now I am ready to greet you,
And talk to you like a stranger-
Falling in love to an angel,
On his way back from any jobs.
And again and again I meet,
Only to love you like I never loved.

Writing Pad and Pencil

I am afraid that I lost,
My writing pad and pencil,
Which you gave me in secret,
When I never knew to read or write!

So many days I grieved of my pencil,
And searched in and out of my home.
Above he shelves and beneath the desks,
In coat pockets and every folded book!

Finally you came to search,
Under my pillow and bed,
Behind the mirror and curtains,
At the windowsills and steps.

Weird when you find no pencil,
I discover where I lost it for sure.
I searched and searched until,
You sat down in sweat and shame.

Out of a dream as I looked at your eyes,
And took my writing pad,
Started writing my poem, I knew,
That what I lost was not a my pencil,
But me in your eyes, And with a poem
I got it back to look at your soul.

Seasonal Bird

When my heart reaches to touch you
You drop a piece of you in a smile,
From the fold of clouds that you travel!
And it's a snow or a rain,
Lot longer than a winter or a monsoon,
Until the birds of the season arrive,
And hatch their eggs and grow their babies,
And leave their breeding ground to migrate!

I have felt your feathers,
As you landed on my shoulder.
In this chirping of seasonal birds,
We grew our wings to fly.
When you sing like a cuckoo bird,
And me dance like a peacock,
A cloud is welcomed into our midst,
To rain a rain right in our flesh.

This torrential rhyme of river,
Has forever made us captive,
In a garden of heaven.
In it's streams that tilled and toiled,
In suffering, hope and desperation,
Flows relentlessly lasting love!

Evening Sun

Tired after a day's duties, You
Run to me like a kid after school.
Smiling with a bite of cookies, You
Hide behind shower curtain and tease!

You are my sweetest dream,
I waited to see an entire day!
You are the secret I hide,
behind my smile and thoughts all day!

You are a saint after days of fast,
Emerging off a holy bath,
As you  zoom out of your shower,
Like a beaming sun on a rainy day!

Let me offer you a cup of coffee,
Let my fingers reach your wet skin,
To offer the warmth of the setting sun,
And with it you snack the stories of your day.

Let's bake a bread to eat really hot,
And do a prayer and kiss in a minute,
Then you jump off to our bed,
To hide beneath a sheet of blanket,
As I am searching you,
On the pages of a serious story in vain!
And may find you my hidden treasure,
Under the eyelashes of my dream!

Confession

My dearest friend,
Let me touch your feet in respect,
To admit the distance you walked!
Let me wipe off your sweat,
On your forehead,
To mark this mile of ever enduring efforts!

Now, may I on my kneels confess,
My sins of omission and commission;
That I complained your lack of pace,
And that you carried a weird luggage of worries!
Were I kind enough to know,
That you were homeless to love?
Did I judge you that you, a girl
Travelled alone through this travail?
Did I say that you were a 'little ruthless brat'
On your way, that survived your stuff?

Forgive me for I sinned,
Against you and my little princess,
Whose little feet is sore with sorrow!
Let me touch your feet like magdalene,
And feel your pain of your wounds,
On my conscience,
And be crucified on our right!

Good Night

My beloved,
As I rock you in my lap,
With a lullaby to the past,
You wink your eyes,
For an angel with feathers,
Who weather you from all storms,
To tell a story of a girl and a sparrow!

A little sparrow is freed,
From its starving cage of loss!
A little girl wanders all street for a toy,
For it never had liked a toy to love!

She showed me a toy that she saved all while,
I asked why, how and many a query,
She had no answers but a worry,
That worry was not any good to a kid.

I gave her silence and space,
Arranged all her toys as she asked,
She played all day long like an adept,
And came for food when hungry,
I fed her with sweet morsels of love,
Until her last attempt in game!

I saw her panic with a fading sun,
I brought her a home and a mom,
Guarded her bed off her door,
Like a monk up in mountain,
With the beads of prayer and fasts!

I saw her talk loud to an angel,
And answer all my queries with many breaths.
And then under a heavy lid of an old man's eyes,
I slipped in deep sleep to a snore!

Now she gets up annoyed at my snore,
And rocks me out off my bed,
And smiles at me,
And cry with me,
And play with me,
And I hear her say: "I love you my dad",
'Oh I am not her dad', I say,
And wake up from sleep to see you sleep!!

Visited by God

Last night, you arrived
To awaken my resolve to love,
Like a goddess of love,
chastising my earthly tags of love!

We the ordinary humans,
Are struck in the customs of earth.
To think of our behaviours,
Shaped all by our elders,
As our choice in freedom,
And we call them love!

You placed on me,
A wet hand of your pain,
As a blessing sealed in your tears,
When I asked for forgiveness!

After all we rebelled all our way,
Against all odds of orthodoxy,
To create an extra ordinary magic,
In mixing a bit of heaven and earth,
And baking in our oven of trust,
To serve on our bedroom forever!

Your Question

Does any one love like we do,
Can any Tajmahal tell this tale?
Or any book contain it all,
That we love like a last day in our life!

Though we truly love so mad,
And we are conditioned in this concoction,
Your mind who knew a lot more loss,
Of death and dying trust to say,
Has got us doubting this moment of truth,
That we brought to the altar of life,
With a query, "Does this love ever last?"

My love, let's teach our souls,
Every day of our love, through a kiss and smile,
Through every secret that we hide for other,
And a word  and world that we offer,
In sheer kindness and compassion.

My love, let's preach to our body,
That it's eternal, when wrapped in love,
And gifted to each other,
In an original innocence,
Even when we are burdened,
With the brunt of original sin!

'Yoga' of Shopping

Shopping for you my beloved,
The ladies' dress in all these aisles,
And not a man around me like me a bit,
browsing every piece of cloth on this line!

To choose your prettiest outfit,
I struggle with the list of color and size,
That you generously shared with other secrets.

When you are not with me this day,
And my body ever used to manly likes,
How can I teach it to feel like you feel,
When wearing any cloth of your choice?

In a trance of beauty fits,
Let me melt in your flesh to feel it soft,
That I may choose every little dress,
That appeal to my craving eyes,
But more so to your gentle skin and taste.

If I learn to do this 'Yoga' of shopping,
When I do get anything;
Your wardrobe or a tasty food,
I get in abundance your blessings,
With a smile of joy untiring!

Hug Me

Can you hug me tight till I heal,
From a cold that grip me kind-less,
And warm up my heart to be back,
On it's regular schedule of a day!

Let me run to my beloved's bosom,
Like a man in ambush running for cover.
Or a baby in its hurts and tantrums,
For you are my warmth ever smiling.

When in this brittle brave efforts,
Pretending away all fears
To keep me safe under your wings,
And me feeling your shivering feathers,
In the coldest hour of our life.
Let me now burn with the sun,
With a fire to warm you with a hug,
In a love that's supreme,
Found in a Christ at the mountain,
Of sacrifices that loving hearts ever know!

Addicted to Wait

"Can't wait to see you my sweetheart"
We keep saying even as we meet today,
Knowing for sure that the wait is over!
Alas! soon comes for me to depart,
On this new mission though!

You know how hard it's not to wait,
To see you for a minute that we create.
Can this wait be made any lighter,
Knowing this waiting ends by waiting alone!

I haven't  learned any trick to end this wait,
And feel like addicted to wait ever,
For every moment is a pain untold,
Like a feeding breast,
On weaning it's cutest guest!

On this port of arrival of my flight,
When I see you with a basket of flowers,
And an elegant wardrobe you wear this day,
Can't wait to know how sweet this waiting,
Until  on another trip back home,
On this port of hope that keeps visiting!

Let me flow

I wonder how these words flow,
As I am nearing to touch you in fact!
As though I grieved enough,
Your last departure,
For lot more days to count!

My love, this flow of words,
Is an assurance  of hope,
That we will last all heights and lows,
As we try this terrain, hard as it may look!

And you flow as a poem,
That has never been written.
I write these notes,
As repeated prayers of a devotee,
To his gods,
With a bag of flowers to please!

These words flow with all of my thoughts,
That like waves, consumate on your bare shores!
And I know you are my sea,
Laying vast and deep to play,
With this wave in a wild game,
To reach it's shore of beauty,
With a magic of words in display!

Let's Try this jump

Can I hold you on this cloud,
With my hands never tiring,
As you fasten your belt,
To jump to earth leashed on hope?

Or is that you test my trust,
To hold you when unleashed,
In this sky that I know not enough,
On my trembling feet that I fear a lot?

Can you offer a kiss,
For my heart to cool.
In return a pat to your back,
From your man,
Who knows not a skill
Of adventure in body,
But a resolve to trust you for true.

Fixing our flesh's strings together,
Melting our spirits in love,
Let's dive this sky,
For we need to try this jump,
Before a day we lose this earth!

Let's Go Travel

Let's go travel,
With a pair of sandals,
Trousers and backpacks!
To conquer the beaches and forests,
That we can hide in love,
And learn a few survival tips!

We don't ask, where we go?
But how we go?
We catch a flight or train,
Until we reach a land for our love!
As we land on our heart's desire,
You, like a peacock,
Dance to the clouds to turn it clear!
I take you to a trek on these hills,
And through the countries' valleys.
You, through the streets of fashion,
With a huge smile,
Try fit all outfits in your cut!
And merge in color to carnivals,
And walk a parade, like a bride
Through the aisles of an ancient church,
With her man's hand in her's!

When we know,
That no watching eyes,
On a street that we perch,
You borrow a costume,
To dance like a Cinderella in love!

Let's hop like birds,
To see every inch of earth as new.
Let's flow like a stream,
to carry a forest to the sea.
Let's grow a lush green oak,
In a virgin forest that we build!

Let's travel from earth to earth
With a pair of sandals, trousers and back packs,
For we know, that's all we need,
When we love this travel forever indeed!

A Word, That's You

Let me finish searching for a word,
That will name you my love,
In these pages of this last book!
And if I find no word,
Neither in here nor in a google,
As a proper name or a synonym.
Then shall I call you my sweetest word,
That has not uttered a word, but love!

May be you are like God,
For me that has no name,
And if I dare name God or you,
All imperfections may behold,
On a perfect tale of imperfections,
That we together once named as love!

Should I stop this search for a word,
That may fit your smile and love,
Or this mad search for word in me,
Ever be called a 'man in love' and mad!

Lamp Stand

I am waiting on you,
Under an old fashioned lamp stand,
On a street that is in slumber,
Over a cold shower,
Of an enthusiastic rain,
That wrenched this busy market day!

How far is my woman,
From my passion's visibility?
Just as I reach for a sign,
That tells me of your shade,
You gorgeos emerge out of,
A green canopied path,
Where together in the past,
Travelled a lot with rain.

Under an umbrella of safety,
You move with caution,
As this street is infamous,
With thieves and thugs
Who pride on robing the innocent!

And now, as you hear those footsteps,
From far that match your heartbeats,
Indeed, no sun or moon you need,
For the path is clear with the shine of your love!

Let's for a while, sit under,
The lamp stand clasping our hands.
And speak of this day's wits and worries,
Then with a laud laughter in rain,
Under the cover of this umbrella,
Let me kiss you with a secret,
That we share each day,
Till we are to our bed
Under the secret code of a blanket!

Our Kitchen

My beloved,
You are a seductive stage artist,
With a thoughtfulness of a monk,
When you cook on this floor,
Your favourite recipes of cakes and bakes!

This moment is in it's frantic pitch,
With a sound of records in play!
Flowing taps and speaking vessels!
Flip flaps of fridge and  roar of a grinder!
Boiling love in pots!
And you seasoning romance with a lot of spices!

This moment cooks like crazy,
Butter cakes and chicken wings,
A lot of pleasure chemicals of taste into your brain!
And it breaks into a fresh night of dance,
A candle-lit dinner,
With lots of wine,
To keep the moral cravings numb,
And to play with an innocence,
Of a baby with his toy house in display!

Can I ever miss you on this floor,
That you make every tasty food!
We have tasted life with both,
A frugal cup of broth and a piece of bread
Or a rich meal of turkey to give a lot thanks!
Let us perch this floor,
With the beauty of courting birds in this spring!

Do Re Me Fa...

Do Re Me Fa So La Ti Do...,
Now you sing a duet alone,
Holding your man alongside you!
Live from a camouflage of colours to vivid,
Light like an amateur artist in action!

You keep flowing with a music,
Kept on your red lips to chew,
In a rhythm of Bollywood beats!
You merge your soul,
With every curve in your shape,
To unravel all over like a rain,
Your free spirit smites you in love!

You sing a silence to my soul,
That you feed with a lot smile!
Even when it hurts, you strike
The last thick string of this sitar!
In a tune of heaven's touch,
Fast, you slip into a meditation,
Full of passion to live,
And you close your eyes,
There bloom all dreams you lived,
A thousand times in love transformed!
And as you lean on my chest to sleep,
You sing again Do Re Me Fa So La Ti...

Mushy Chocolates

You wrapped a lot of love,
Into a mushy chocolate to taste,
And you hid it in a shelf,
Away from this floor to reach!

Now your kitchen floor is messy!
With a lot of chocolates in play
And you know not to be angry,
As I hid your anger away!

When we find us lost,
On this floor to last,
In this play of love;
You read a verse of old,
That we ever are kids,
Craving a lot of play to live!

Now I hide my smile,
Away in a shelf of work and duty!
And you steal me like a thief,
Tickling me mad to laughter!

As moon and sun we play,
A game of hide and seek all life,
Love has touched us to say,
Life would lose a day if no play!!

How to Pray

When we kneel down to pray,
Beloved you bless me,
With your bare hands,
That I held all day long to my heart!
And if I cry to free my tears,
You cover it with your hair,
Because we know it's sacred,
For the tears are born to us!

When wept to my sweat to your sleeves,
And felt the salty drops on my lips,
Let's dance our hearts in unison,
Like a pregnant earth,
In its play of passion, a torrential rain!

We don't pray for a rain,
But we ask for clouds,
That hover over our skys,
And we don't divide or measure,
But we own all like jewels,
And we take them to our bed,
With a prayer and kiss.
We debate in warmth of worlds,
And birth them our babies,
That they rain on us all lot smiles forever!

Metamorphosis

My lush and rich 'Moonrise' maple,
Let me lean on your trunk,
And feel your bark with it's sap-
Throbbing to your brain!

As I close my eyes,
And watch you change,
Your wardrobe in spring,
And in your pool of smile
You wash your leaves to neon red!

When summer is here,
You want an air of free!
And all little leaves,
Wear a passion, in their faces-
With a yellow, lime green,
Of an ancient chartreuse liqueur!

Bright oranges and deep red,
Make you look my princess,
When we need to pass through a fall
To a winter of uncertain colours!

My sweetest moonrise,
You are made for all seasons,
And you wear all seasons,
Can I steal a season,
From your lust of metamorphosis,
As a drunk passionate lover,
And make our season,
With the best champagne to flow!

Touching You

Why do I crave,
To leave a kiss on your bare skin?
Can it be healed
With any kiss of your smile,
Through this mirror machine?

Are you not a sky,
That I touch everyday?
Are you not a breath,
That I breathe everyday?
And I hear you say,
That all possible with love!

Can love be so stupid,
That it doesn't know to know,
It's a trapped foreign body in a body!
That craves for an alien planet,
To embody it's urges to sin!
And no good frequency of wave,
For a kiss, warm and fresh to pass,
These mirror machines!

Let me speak all day,
Searching a word to reach you!
And if I fail and no word reaches you,
Let me chocke my throat with a word of love!
Let me hope for it to make me a wave,
To reach you to touch your bare lips,
A thousand times,
And be yours forever!

What Is Not Bargained For?

Amidst a lot people racing against time, we
In this market place, for a love that is rare found!

You remind me of what we do to spoil in love,
And are we never exhausted all day,
On a love's lavish trail!

Let's weigh at this strange place,
Our love, with the vendors on this street,
Who bargain for a fare price!
But why don't they buy love,
But all else that is not love?
Yes, love doesn't sell well,
When there is bargain!

When I hold you in my arm,
With a kiss like the statue you gifted,
Of a kissing couple in love;
And we melt into dawn and dusk,
Like a fresh patch of snow,
Yes, love is not bargained for a price for sure!

Love, the cheapest on our shopping list,
That we cared not to buy,
But like the Salt needed for every curry!
Love is like the home-cooked,
Left over food, that we crave every morning!

Can love be that damn cheap on this earth?

Wanderlust

Love, we are wanderlust,
On this slippery curves of planet earth!

You handed over a calendar of days,
That I wander for you from far,
Counting every day!

Love, we are adventure-lust,
On this stale face of a stereotyped earth!

You brought me a notebook,
To jot down the seasons of cold and heat!
To arrange the fertile periods,
For a plentiful harvest feast!

Love, we are wild pheromone freak flies,
On the conscience of modern perfumed streets!

You brought me a bottle of fragrance,
That I may pollinate an entire earth,
With wild tulips, roses and gerbera patterns!

Trusting the Season

Let this April ever stay,
In my courtyard and calendar.
A cherry blossom to my door,
And a season of spring in time.

Cherry blossom, you bloomed with a whisper,
To never wink my eyes even at night!
Dressed in peach and pink,
You taught me the colors of face!

When I met you at dawn,
You cried of a night and gloomy sky,
And you doubted if ever,
I lost my face to the gloom of a sky?

When sun sneaked through a broken cloud,
You had a smile that brought hope for us,
And you bloomed like never, perching my yard,
With your feathers full of flowers,
For you knew that-
We are home for every season!

Reading Resurrection with Rumi

Today, Easter Sunday,
We squatted on our bed,
And held our hands close,
To pray for the gift of resurrection!

We opened our sacred book,
To read of passion, death and resurrection.
As you turned the pages in a search,
Of the chapter and verses to suite the day,
A verse slipped off as a book mark,
Of our hardbound text.
The verse of Rumi, that says,
'The most alive moment comes-
When those who love,
meet each others eyes,
And listen what flows in-between' !

Did that take away,
The lid of our lamps,
That held it's light for years off it's own reach?
The mirror on our wall,
That brought us shame,
And taught our bodies to lie,
That casting out inhibition to die
On our sacred nights, is a lie!

The Flow of Our Languages

My love, let me learn,
To free fall to your lap,
When every trust is tested beyond,
The sensible world of ifs and buts!

Do we need a trust to start any trust,
Or we need a doubt to be honest?
Can I ever go off the grammar and style,
To write my love that forever true!

When set is your language to mistrust,
With it's weird grammar and style,
Can I learn those style and grammar,
To tell you of my language that has no style?

Afterhours of a Good Friday

You wept and wailed,
That 'love is not loved'
Like a child on this day.

You touched a cross of wood,
To feel its pain to your breast.
Many called you scrupulous,
For you held a cross like a baby,
And cried to relieve,
A Jesus from his burden!

As we kneel on this pew,
Holding our hands to live a passion,
That the Christ left at this mountain,
Let me tell you  that 'you are not scrupulous'
But serious of a pain,
That only a lover can ever suffer!
This is the secret of resurrection,
That you a Jesus shared with me,
On the after-hours of a Good Friday!

The First Supper

The last supper day of Jesus,
We are tuned to our christian loving,
With a bread that we kneaded together,
With your sweet smile and our sweating flesh!
Charting our last chores of the day,
We knelt on a rug and held our hands!

You said, 'let it never passover',
Though we passover a day,
To a land foreign that we readied forever!
You read a hymn of departure,
'That ear has never heard and-
The eyes have never seen!'
From our book that held our secrets!

As we close with a sign of cross,
That we paint on each other breasts,
Let me hold you close to my face,
And repeat your words, 'let it never passover'!
Now we together bow our heads in love,
With an 'Amen' forever to our hearts!

Weird Dreams

Beloved, I wanted to dream you yesterday,
Prepared a plot for it and made my bed!
Stuffed your perfume smell to my head,
Waited a night with a light to track every thought,
Of you that left unsaid during our day!

You showed me your new purple jeans,
That your wore on your final class of dance!
Opened your kitchen to show a new receipie,
You longed to cook the day when you find the one!

You made me supper reading those notes,
And we shared our toil in a plain platter!
We never lost our train of thoughts,
As we had a glass of vine to cheer!
You brought a magic polish to paint all your nails,
Then kissed me love with lipstick red!
And read me your Bible to bless our night.
And we stopped all gadgets of noise,
To love our eyes in silence!

It's so weird that we never slept,
This last hour that we were lost,
In a dream that we never dreamt,
But we know is life what we call!

Date with Heights

Can I know you in these heights,
When my heart beats is all I know?
For you once told me of your ecstacy,
Is in the pace of passion and imagination!

Now I am airborn in 38159 feets,
With a velocity of 429 miles per hour!
Can this be our date in the clouds?
That I forget my fear of heights!

Can we dive this skys together,
And my veins may burst like weird!
Let me hold you with a grip of survival in love,
And tame my lame flesh to be bold like a kite!

In an hour or two after such long days,
Shall I be born to your lap in a haste,
That I touch your lips to read your eyes,
That your heights are not lost in your thoughts!

Ballerina

Girl, in your silver satin gown,
When the floor is ready for fun,
And the crowd is craving for it's time,
You descend in style,
Like a bollywood star,
With the passion to play,
Your finest number on this valentines eve!

I admire you like mad,
When you arrive with your curves,
Like the spring in its curly mountains,
That I live a weather of love on my shack!

I admire you like a baby,
To walk your steps as you pair a tune,
Like the rain and wind on a monsoon wedding,
That a rain witnesses a little secret of our day!

My elegant ballerina, your attitude,
Rule this floor, conquer my heart!
Let me admire the strength of your core,
That you can bend and break any rule,
And suite me to be your partner,
On this dancing floor,
That life has left us to love and live!

Your Fingertips

Seduced is now my spoiled bedroom,
To an embrace of a blue gleam sky,
Right beneath the lusty shades of a maple,
Through the reach of a little glass window!

Last winter you maple wished your leaves away,
When the western cold grew in you to take all away!
Indeed you lost your beauty to a freezing duty,
But survived your trunk to time's perish and decay!

Maple tree, are you like my beloved,
Who guards alone a green garden,
From the savages of a winter witch?
And when winter hurts she prays on her knees,
Twisting her tiny fingers to roll all prayer beads!
Like the tiny twigs on your branches,
Shivering on a loathing load of pretty snow sores!

My lovely maple, now the spring is here,
And you grow in your flesh with the sign of green,
To shade my pain and grow my hopes!
But tomorrow, winter may strike in your breast,
With it's witchcraft and weird gestures!
And as you kneel with your praying twigs,
Let me kneel to hold my heart and breath,
Close to your tiny fingers through this night of trials,
That a mindless cold can never snatch,
Your mind of gold and heart of pearl that I ever loved!

The beach girl

With an exotic fragrance of the flowers I love,
You filled your basket to full with tulips and roses!
I met you on an adorned waist of an ocean floor,
Flocking like a crowd of devotees to their temple!

You filled an ocean with play,
When it's deeps cried foul of any day!
You had your skirts wet with cheer on this sandy floor,
And you came in haste to cheer your fan!
Soon you said good bye and returned,
To an ocean, often people said you belong!

When I am done my life in my shell,
This shore is my home with a sky and star.
You roar and die like a beast in pain to my shoulder,
With a passion, like the worst of tempest and storm!
And you shake your anklets to free off any sad sea,
Can I ask you to stay and never ever go?

Distance we love

It hurts very real to reach you not,
With my legs, as I wish!
It scares that many a day, just a day,
Without a day of your sweat and smell on my way!

Can I grab your hands to play a trick,
That time can't stop, but watch we play?
Cover your eyes with your hands like a kid,
Then count many days as A Day in your calendar!

If ever as we lay on our bed you say,
That you felt far from me any day, and-
Can we bear the brunt of such weird pain,
So this distance can be a catch on our path!

If in waiting, we grow as a pine, giant-
To root us to forest that we venture,
And it shows the route of escape, off-
Any beast and be safe, then this distance is worth in our way!

The Little Brat

In a foreign frenzy of shopping spree,
In the midst of bangles and baby dresses,
You hid your face against a red tank top,
Like a kid searching it's colouring pencil!

That day you hid your child in a little frock,
As boys had their say in your every case!
You went silent to keep your words at bay,
Lest they called you a little brat in dismay!

You stayed her shadow, even beneath her shadow,
But the 'mighty and good' never spared your shadow!
Your pretty little hands had a heavy metal vessel,
To cook a broth to please every one's tastes!

You stitched all your dresses all by yourself, and
They prompted strange scripts to stitch with its all!
You dressed in your whites on your way to church,
But they smeared your dress in a preaching of guilts!

When the last vendor of cloths shuts its doors,
Come home my love with your selection of toil,
And change your tunic, toxic with any guilts,
To wear your wedding frock that we together stitched!

When Love is Written

Let me say, love's last say is love,
When it hurts, it's healed in love!
When it doubts, it's cleared in love!
When it speaks of hurt, it's heard in love!...

Why do you wipe my heart's pain off,
With your tears on your flesh that I wrote?
As if you want every poem to finish,
With a line to a joy in the pain of every love!

Just you've turned a page in your diary of life,
To write on it every word we learned!
What we did when we fought for a word,
That we forgot, was that the word love?

As you stand at our booth to look,
For a sky with the stars that we found,
Can you feel my oily fingers on this canvas,
That we ever readied to color our sky,
With a deep blue and a red of love!

My best teacher

Last night you had a lesson to teach me,
A lesson that you taught yourself,
When all expert learnings failed,
As you were out in the cold searching a light!

Our bedroom was lit with fluorescent ceiling lights,
Battery powered glowworms and starry eyes,
You brought a little child to teach me the joy,
Of this moment that you learned on every strange nights!

I was sweating my ego out,
As I learned that my learning was no good.
The male deity crunched it's back,
To honour his mate in devotion to know!

You kissed me with your petals,
To feel your garden without any perennials!
You tingled my eyes as flies grew old,
In their silky wings in just a day and night!

As I woke up to the day, no Buddha or  Jesus!
But a hundred kisses on my book of poems!
And a note to let me know, that-
The million stars were but your teaching lips!

Holy War

My dearest mom, your silence kills me!
Won't you love my lover for love's alone sake!
Don't you know that you possessed me not!
Though you wished ever it not to be so!

Mom, your love is not love,
Until you give it away in love!
Do I hurt you when I help you,
To get any logic out of this rude calculation?

Now I bring a keeper to the sweetness in me,
That you taught to your baby, as he grew as man,
To store in his chest with a magic scapular, But
She waved her magic wand in a smile to his heart!

Mom, if in pain you are set on your ways,
To throw a stone at me as I broke your secret chest!
May Jesus look at you in loving proposal,
And me get my mom to love my love!

My sweet love, let's bow our heads,
Through this litany of saints to touch her feet,
That she may bend her back and touch our face,
To sign a cross with her scapular to enter our home!

The Little Lamp

On a day I never knew, You-
Stood at my door to know,
If we had the same stars to glow,
On a roof, that was but a love!

On that day, you came with a lamp,
Hidden in your heat of holding hands,
And a storm crossed our hearts,
But you held it close to your heart!

Then the moon sure lit the sky,
To steal it's long kept lovely secrets!
I saw you smile with a whisper,
To tell your hair to hide this display!

I never knew that you were a god,
I ever learned from the pantheon of Greeks!
That you were prometheus to steal a fire,
For earth that we cook for our kids!

Now I feel your fire of love,
When you hold your hands to my chest!
Now I know of all your sacred fasts,
When I succeed as your knight on these nights!

Strange People

I had the past life of a kid,
Who was lost in a crowd!
And hopped like a tamed monkey,
With a smile of giving to all around, their dues!

I was a dancer wearied of crowds,
But my steps made a lot faces smile!
And my little feet fainted at night,
With the pain of a pair of heavy anklets!

I was fun as I walked their paths,
And they flocked to my hut every day,
To quench their thirst and lay their loads,
Though the vessels went dry for a drop of love!

When in thirst, a day, I strayed away,
Off the usual roads of logic and lust!
And a world brought me a map,
To take me back to it's party homes!

Shrugged of a plan and a costly costume,
That they offered to woo me to their trap,
As they knew me as a wild kid, and-
At last in despair they named me an outcast!

Never I knew my destiny and any road,
But I ever loved the thought of you and a love!
Now I lay in your lap, this late hour of a night,
You wake me up in the middle of this lucid zest,
To tell me of all your love and lovely dreams,
To lavish on our off the road trip of untamed fleshes!

Waiting For My Beloved

Who on earth waits the longest?
Is it the one who is surest,
Of a hope, carved off delicate faiths!

Beloved! Do I betray,
The holy book in waiting no more,
As it holds the secret
Of a heaven's coming, in patient waiting?

I have finished all prayers,
To the vespers and night hymns!
And you haven't arrived yet,
Can this candle survive the night?

Shall I sleep with a waving shadow,
Of your unkempt hair on my face,
And a newly woven dream opening a door,
To your unlit room through the scents of your attire?

When you are done the duties of this day,
Will you come for a glass of wine?
While you dust your feet at our cabin's door, and-
Undressing your wardrobe to slip into this night,
May you see the door of our dream,
Opened for us to end our ordeal of 'patient waiting'!

Wild Rose

My beautiful playmate!
I found you in a thorny neighbourhood,
Hidden behind the bustling alleys,
Of flower vendors and perfume sellers!

You shied away sure,
Far from the classy and elite!
Dressed in deep red and lush green,
You belonged to a commune,
Of little sisters from slums and sundry!

Your anklets sounded a wild roaring river!
Your eyelids winked untamed petals of elegance!
Your lush green skirts brought a stormy forest!
Your deep red lips, the flags of a forgotten revolution!

Distressed on rich kids and luxury games,
Sifting through for my lost toy in this lushly jungle,
You seduced me to sit in this strike to earn my ground,
To play with you 'wild rose', my best playmate!

The Twenty Questions

Was my birth,
The evolution of me to flesh,
A mathematical puzzle?
'One plus one is equal to one!'

Was my first question,
To the woman I knew as my mom,
A philosophical dilemma?
'Where did I come from?'

Was the first question at my school,
About the rented saintly name,
The simplest and deepest definition of me?
'What is your name?'

Why on my first date,
While we still were strangers,
Though she had twenty questions,
Asked me only of the day and weather?

Why on our wedding night,
She had her twenty questions,
And asked them all in a breath!
Knowing that I may fail,
She joined me to answer,
All in our warmth of breaths!
'One plus one is equal to one!'?

A Drop Of...

Summer is cruel,
When all dry,
And I am thirsty!

I laid on your lap,
For a shadow of love,
Not knowing, you shed-
A drop of tear to cool my chest!

Is your frying summer ended?
And your earth is watered?
Now, shall I quench my thirst,
From your pool of love,
That your tears have made?

Summer is cruel,
When all dry,
And I am thirsty,
But before I die,
You shed a drop of you,
To my flesh to feel,
That spring is here!

Willow Tree

My lover,

You are a willow tree,

Born to the waste lands,

Of an eastern crush!

You are a strong woman,

To have kept 'calling the one'

Even when no one around!

You are roaring lioness,

When lost in an alien forest,

Without a pack, which is your kind!

Your name is beauty,

And you shaped all your pain,

In your flesh to burn with passion!

My lover, you are a willow tree,

And you 'bend or break',

Only for this earthly kid,

In an act of love at the waterfront!

Blind Love

Love makes you blind,
To see that it has no colour!
Love makes you mad,
To die for your lover, come what may!

If love is pure,
It sees through pain!
If love is virgin,
It can walk and fall like a baby!

My lover, we cry,
When love is not told!
My lover, we die,
When love is not loved!

You wet the roots,
To water a plant!
Your desire wets my skin,
To flood my heart with a love that's you!

White Clouds

White clouds,
When you touch  me,
With the seeds of rain,
In a single downpour,
And soak me wet;
You bathe me,
To infinity in love,
And infuse a craving,
For the woman of my life.

You offer a scattered piece of sky,
To gift my beloved,
On a proposal,
That life has ever listed,
On a rainbow sky as it's destiny!

Let me walk into you, my love
And be drowned in your river forever!

Today

Was today conceived in time and toil,
Through million years in waiting  through stars,
And a pregnancy of earth and stars,
Arranged through a surrogate in cosmic soup?

Today was not a day until,
Thinking minds observed it so!
Today was just a day in a calendar,
Till I met you in my adventure!

Every bit of urge aimed at you my day,
Every song was made for you my day,
In pain my depths ever cried for you,
In love my heart throbbed it's ebbs to find you!

When I find my love forever this day,
Time can stop for ever, not to lose this day!
When I find my love forever this day,
And soon I am lost to life to forget every day!

goddess of love

My goddess with shining wings and golden crown,
When can I offer a flower at your altar?
In love, did a lot devotion to blind my worth,
Now I own a pride and touch your passion to my mind.

Your seductive strength tones my flesh,
And your divine chants heal my soul!
But when you wave your hand for a gift,
How shall I gift a love to fill your hands?

My goddess of love, can I pray to you,
For a day when you leave your skys,
And your shining wings and golden crown,
To impregnate me on earth to be your man?

My goddess of love, do you birth a dream,
To my praying mind, to play with it's thoughts,
That I am the god you ever marry,
In your heaven's court of gods and goddesses!

Your lover

My sweetest memory,

You break my braces,
To chill out my many ills!
You sharpen my voice,
To shout out any truths!
You cement my faith,
To weather any sorrow!
You crown my resolve,
To challenge any disbelief!
You scent my body,
To smell a little earth!
You shatter my ego,
To fathom any travail!
You play in my backyard,
To pursue to my birth place!
You tender my chest,
To cushion your baby!
You kiss my lips and dance on the floor,
To tell the wind that it belongs to him!

My sweetest memory,
Your name is love,
Your day is today, and-
Your lover is me!

Fear

Fear, the last of all disasters!
You strike innocents with terror!
My heart's woman is crushed,
By your claws of moral absolutes!
You rule ruthlessly with guilt, like-
A trap to noose the last of any love birds!

When the rain came,
Her naive needs dressed it wet!
When it turned a day to flood-
Her little hut, had no boat but despair!
And when a flood has left her,
She had her roof built!
But she lost her sleep,
To every flood, she ever thought!

Beloved, can you speak to your fear,
Of the freedom you earned?
When fear loses it's fetters,
To fester your veins with blemishes,
May our love last your breath,
To fight every fight that fear has left!

Our Love

When a love touches earth,
Won't every plant bloom?
When it touches sky,
Won't every star smile?

Won't a wild wind stop it crazy turns,
To smell it's love in it's curves,
And speak to it's heart,
Of the miles to go?

Won't the birds fly,
With a bead of love,
To cross any ocean,
For the four season's fortune?

When you are smitten,
With the wound of love,
Would'nt you forgo,
Words of cure, as the cure is love?

When a day we meet,
With a lot fire in our womb,
Won't it burn us both,
With the birth of our soul's love?

Lead Singer

Lead singer,

You had a song for me!
"Love in the air...",
Loved your rhymes-
Raw, as a virgin vineyard.
Loud as it echoes here!
That your band could fail!
And you merged with the stars,
To sing all night,
In a wink of heaven,
To manifest the earths's raw desires.

If your eyes could sing,
And I could hear it's rhythm,
My heart would beat,
In perfect symphony,
To your tune, a divine medley!

Your lips like a kid,
Running a lot chores,
With it's play mates,
In it's cute little steps!

When you drop a toy,
To sound a lot of fun,
Your heart is at it's best,
To sing from it's deep,
Of trailing innocence-
And a resolve to resurrect!

I am your mate,
Gathering all bits to play,
Not knowing how your tremble,
On your little feet.
Alas! I tremble fast,
Just as you are,
Now you tell me how you sing,
When we are at our low,
Without a band of tried hands,
But with sheer smile and certitude!

To My Angel

My heaven's dearest angel!

Do you pray on earth,
With a scrupulus sense of sin?
Has heaven made your feathers,
With the softness of snow that melts?
When your shadow catch my gasps,
Wow! a comfort of magical cures!

My heaven's dearest angel!

Do you cry any tears when you rest,
With a kerchief of fear that you hide?
For your smile sets a tone,
Of a day of plenty frolic and fun.
When you cry without me in your tent,
Will a wingless angel cast you down?

My heaven's dearest angel!

Do you read the book of Bible,
Which is made for all of angels?
When you live your life on earth,
We read the book written for earth.
You sob when anything hurts, but-
In it's own karmic cause, can you see?

My heaven's dearest angel!

I am fallen to your love with your light,
Alas! you hold a veil of sorrow!
For you found all the evil we borrow!
From a merchant who sells only lies!

My heaven's dearest angel!

Now you appear in your white gown,
With an earthly face in my beloved,
And in my sweat add a of smell of earth,
To her angelic attire in pristine beauty.

Kitchen Floor

When you flavour the flour,
With a little scent of you,
And a magic of exotic spice,
All around you smell,
And we call it our love!

Hot ovens carry our romance!
To any platter with enough seasoning oil!
Let's make a curry with salt and chilly!
And the mustards may make it our story!

With our fancy aprons on,
We mix this hotchpotch,
On our kitchen floor!
And we add a lot spicy stuff,
Both from east and west,
With a pinch of faith to taste!
wow! a divine banquet,
Set on this table of life,
On this world's most lovely loft!

Let's pray 'Our Father',
Before this meal be eaten.
Let's hold our feet closer,
For a ballroom beat.
And our throbbing hearts,
For a secret taste in our food!

Butterfly

My babe, you wink your eyes,
May an angel hover on your hood,
May I rock your bed, and tune
My music to soothe your soul!
Until you slumber your sadness,
And starve any terror with many tears!

And a day you grow into your man,
With your worries left in a hurry,
In a dream of golden bubbles,
Of romantic road of heaven.

May I make you mine, not fretting-
Any worry, on you and me!
May we wink our eyes in a flap-
Of bright and wild lonely butterflies!

The Yellow Dressed Dancer

Last day of snow,
Raining feather like slow,
You dressed in amber glow,
Like a dancer's soothing yellow!

In the past though,
Thunder broke into your home!
And you lost in woe, and a-
Rebellion lost your calm!

And you dressed in fury!
A lightening long over coat!
For the clouds were frozen!
Lashing eyes never rained it's pain!

When winter reached your door,
You burned it all very soon.
For you wore a fire in your palm,
That no thunder can ever harm!

Ocean

Beloved, may you build a castle,
As we play with the sand,
With your 'giggles' on this hand!

We embrace the bare-
sandy ocean in our hearts,
With a child's little feet!

Let's hold our hands,
And walk into a the heart,
Of ocean's love lost on this shore!

And a seagull whisper a wave,
On our skin with a bit-
Of sky and salt smelling shore!

You and me, strive all our life,
To count these waves in vain,
Like a child in its cheating game!

My Lonely Tulip

My backyard's lonely tulip!
You smile a season to me!
And now your flower beds ready,
For a fresh breath of spring!
Let me bring a fragrance
Of desire, to your earth smelling lap!

My wild forest river!
You are mad in love,
To flood me to throat,
With the sap of savage dreams,
To birth your children in my shack,
For a divine green amazon!
And my trunk is strong,
My chest can nest all birds!

My life's perfect poem!
Life wrote you in my birth,
The genes and DNAs fought,
Against my war of words,
To take me for a spin,
Through a collider of fate!
But you challenging kid,
Never lost your smiling faith,
And with a scientist's hunch,
In a cocktail of chemicals,
We found this genetic dream,
Frozen for age in our bone!

Returning Waves

How life learns of-
Less listed lessons?,
If not through a myriad,
Of ever returning waves!

An amateur seafarer,
In many relentless waves,
Fear a shipwreck, a death!

And the fisher folks on shore,
Wait for a catch, in those-
Huge ever returning mad waves!

When on a lonely expedition,
The long stretch of bare earth,
Baffles me endlessly,
To self doubt-
My whereabouts in fear!

The many who passed this stretch,
Have left a note of assurance,
For my path is not lost,
And my life is not lost,
To a pattern of desert traps!

This Day

Can I forget a day?

When your love falls on me,
All a day!

When in love, me let go,
All a day!

When a love, not a love,
All I know!

When I know,
What is left for love-
Not a day!

I don't forget this day,
When I love this day,
Like no other, let me say.

Your eyes

Beloved!
You speak through your eyes,
When I fail to see,
Restless waves,
Beneath your sea!

You speak through your eyes,
When me, a lone sojourner,
reach your shore,
searching love,
In your smile!

You speak through your eyes,
Whenever I miss,
The silence of your song,
In bustling breath,
Of a busy day!

You speak through your eyes,
When my eyes,
Like a butterfly,
Free of its cage,
Fly in your sky!

You speak through my eyes,
When I fail,
The light of my eyes,
And lose my light,
On my feet!

Can I be lost in your eyes,
Like a rainy drop,
Lost in the sea,
In a sandy grail,
To reach a pearl.

Dream Castle

You the bone of my bone,
Breathed to life in an eastern waterfront!
And Snow-clad mountains raised you up!
Sleeping you babe, like cindrella,
Send me your days and nights-
For I build a castle beneath the northern lights!

When weary nights shower any worries,
Of the past to try you through fire,
Holding you safe,
Like an armoured knight, with-
Lullabies of valour and prayer,
Let me love you my princess to my life!

Let's slip into sleep to dream our dream!
In a breath of night's best scented hour!
And whisper the magic of love,
Holding our shivering hand in hand.
When the snow melts and clouds clear,
And the sun peeps thorough our roof,
Let's wake up with the sweat and smell,
Of love lived in golden years!

Steller's Jay

Thee my steller's jay,
On a rainy day,
'Shack Shack', lonely shouts,
Of an awful day!
Shrugged out of a trap,
Of fire, you survived,
Burning your baby wings!

Thee my steller's jay,
'Gleep Gleep' you grinned,
Off your nest, on a frantic way,
Flew with your wounded wings.
And as the storm rained it's horn,
You are home with a ruined burn!

Thee my steller's jay,
On a moony way,
On this trail, like a usual prank,
Blinded me with a lavender scent,
And have stolen this heart to your nest!

When this rain is on,
Let's learn to swim,
Off to yonder shores,
For our home, built-
On a lavender farm!

Late comer

Heart out in laughter,
She waves a hand in glee,
To the withering crowd,
At the grand pavillion!

Reaching out again,
She shouts in vain,
To be turned down only,
For the party is over!

Not invited, nor a late guest,
But a lonely door man,
Waving a hand,
Cheer her 'so cute'!


He shouts,
The party is great,
When fake smiles fiddle!
But party is real,
For I waited years-
To see your smile!

Waiting for you

Mom, teach me the joy of waiting,
'cause I don't have a birthing womb!
Dad, teach me to wait, until-
The four seasons, to sow!

Moon, tell me,
How to pass a day,
Without seeing my earth?
Baby, why don't you-
Hurry to be a man
But play your flute like Krishna?

My Love,
To wait for you,
Is like a river of wine,
Left in earth's womb,
To turn a divine concoction!
Is like the rare blue flower
Of the western ghats,
To bloom in twelve long years!

In waiting, me a painter,
Transforms to a saint,
Praying every stroke of brush,
With a divine ejaculation.
That I may create a canvas,
Full of celestial romance,
Until an Adam and Eve,
Lost in an Eastern Paradise!!

Lonely birds

Lonely bird!, you never lost!
For I take Your heart to my nest!
Can I love you like I never did?
Make you a dream of my heart?

Fighting an ocean for you my soul,
Sailing a world that made us mad!
Filled in waves low and high,
Of love so dear to reach your depth!

In your wings you bloom,
Like a sacred lotus!-
To the ocean of my eyes!
Your beak to perch many-
A ripples far and wide,
To bring a storm to my chest!

When in our nest,
Let's clear each feather,
And every drop we pick,
Is a pearl of sweat and song!

Secret

A secret to you my beloved!
When lost in pain of birthing-
Love that we ever dreamt,
Together to this hour of smile!

Let me speak to your lips, that-
Your eyes never age!
Your dance never end!
Your music never done! and-
My life ever new with you!

Let me offer a rose,
On this floor of dance.
Let the chorus sing!
And the lights chime!
To your exotic tune, and
We step a 'salsa' sweet!
Sip a little wine,
With the secret in our lips,
That we hush in our chests!

Your Smile!

Me reclined to this window sill,
Sat to listen if any stepping sound,
Of your bare dancing feet,
Finding it's way to my little hut!

Me gazing the sun with a squint,
Saw silver and gold shadows move.
Wide open pupils scanned any wave,
Waiting to be seen at my door!

And as my senses dropped all hopes,
Humbly to know there was none!
And I stooped to my bed,
Begging for a pillow to cry.

Dancing a step ever wished I knew,
Came your smiles knocking at my door,
Burning my soul silver and gold, and roaring-
Romance drowned us in smiles.

Tarzan

An ancient unloved forest!
Above a canopy clouding the sky,
Beneath thee young and pretty!
Bold and bewildered you shrink!
To fit a mould of 'tree hides',
To survive this dark and devil.

Growling carnivorous beasts,
Growing dark long shadows.
No birds sing any sweet,
Nor any friendly face! but hostile-
Man-eaters all around,
Moving in chorus like a dark-carnival!

I am a lone hunter to these trees,
In every corner I keep traps,
With the eloquence of an artist-
Who hides in his art with gentle strokes!

You my pretty dream, fear not!
yonder skys sure to open
The door of love like thunder!
To break the bark of your fears.
Me thy dreamer have cast,
Many a trap to prey thy fears fast.
And holding you in my arms,
And you grab me with my sweat,
Let's hop and swing like Tarzan!
Let love be our strangler roots on our move!

Color of Solitude

Solitude,
Let's play with rain,
With a fiddle and drum,
In wet suits of green.

Solitude,
Let's play with your eyes,
Like a rose with a dew,
On a sunny afternoon.

Solitude,
Let's indulge in your beauty,
Like a kid with colours,
Far from care of mom.

Solitude,
Let's be lost in silence,
with the heart of a hermit,
Singing aloud a ballad.

Solitude,
Let me melt away with you,
When love catches fire,
To be with you for ever.

Skydive

Waiting with a whisper,
Winking wide long eyes
Told she, a story,
To a scented candle.
Of an off-road romance,
Of a thousand years,
Smelled in her breast,
So sweet with every breath!

It was a skydive!
She never had;
And she made-
A million ripples,
In his ocean with every breath!

How did it start?
Who ever know?!
Not a Big Bang!
Nor a chance,
But someone planted-
In her heartland
The smell of earth-
Humbled with wings
Of heaven and bliss
To wander ashore
To find a spice,
Exotic enough
For a heavenly price, with every breath!

Her adventure,
Leaves him at Awe!
And now he feels,
Warmth of her breath,
Warring in his chest,
Wow! That never go!

Text me pls..

"Text me pls.."
A soul's cry
In it's straight trajectory,
With the right velocity,
Through the celestial dark matters,
Kissing a star and back,
In an unseen haste,
To fall on my cell,
Like a desperate star dust!

"I am sad" the text said,
The moon kissed it,
With an 'emoji' of hope,
And you texted, "I am happy".

Alas! next text,

Before I explain… went to a black hole!

Returned with an evil twist, “so you don’t trust me?”
We are learning to trust, Beloved!

I now know,
The 'pirates of sky',
Exchange our gifts,
Of love and life,
And eat them up,
To send us hate!

If you text,
Wear your heart,
On your thumb.
Add a feeling
And an 'emoji'.

When I tremble,
You text me your 'breath'-
Of love and lust,
With an 'Yin and Yang' tag!.
The 'Chinese dragons'
In their fiery wings
Deliver safely,
In my street, at every door,
Warm and fresh products,
Of the sky!