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!