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!