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Thursday, June 30, 2011

Blissful Sighs.

Let the truths transpire
Let the hearts conspire
Let the bodies spark
Let the souls be stark 


Down there,lie our dark secrets,
may hit us like sharp bullets
But aside,Noting shall we shove
To emerge as embers of love


Let us lie under the moon and it's celestial cluster
gazing up and drinking ambrosial nectar
Let us make our own constellation
Under the heavenly speckled ocean

In love,let there be no score tallying
In love,Let there be no dilly-dallying
Let us-the true lovers,not wait
Let echoes of our vows soon reverberate


Whatever scares that may befall
If we trip,Together we shall fall
Together we shall rise and ride
To gather the pieces and stand in pride


Life will be  indecent
with every ugly fang's descent
Life will be incandescent
with every blossom's scent
Into it all,we shall dive
Through it all,we shall survive
With hearts entwined
And hands locked
In pure love and dark lust
till we rust and fall to dust
Or till we rise and ride the skies
breathing-in blissful sighs.

















Monday, June 27, 2011

My Moon

Embracing the moonlight, feeling his entire presence
All my beauty is his pristine luminescence

After these many eons, the spring has finally arrived
After these many years, the flowers have finally laughed
Blossoming are the wishes, long lulled to sleep
Awakening sensations, which lie so deep 

As he caressed my cheek, slowly
Every vein, like a string, played a symphony
Tingles flowed through me, and I trembled with euphoria
As he romanced with me...I glowed in sweet taste of manna

Never again shall they fall, the pearls from my eyes
Never again shall they wither, the bed of buds, loved by butterflies
My heart is floating in the God’s painting of blue
As he churns intangible emotions, eternal love is set on,to brew.









Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Extinct.

what is a hurricane?
to an already uprooted tree
what is a caging cane?
to a soul that was never free


what is a broken string?
to a guitar that was never played
what does a new job call bring?
to a body already on trade


what is  help?
to a lost hope
what is another yelp?
to a body under the rope


what is  revival?
to a wounded love
what is survival?
to a lost love



Monday, June 13, 2011

Aphrodisiac.



the heights of it..
the depths of it..
the noose from it..
the truce from it..
It's infinity.
It's eternity.

the prologue of it..
the epilogue of it..
the lashes from it..
the gashes from it..
It's wreckage.
It's voyage.

the genesis of it...
the nexus of it..
the havocs from it..
the lilacs from it..
It's unrealism.
It's animalism.


the tryst with it..
the gist of it..
the glitches from it..
the stitches from it..
It's urges
it's bridges


the strokes of  it
the hoax of it
the friction in it
the exultation in it
It's torrents.
it's currents.


It,
pains you.
drains you.
quakes you.
weakens you.
agonizes you.


Truly,love isn't for the faint hearted.
gifted only to the ones,who dare to be tormented.
perspires you wet in day light and pitch-black..
for it is a sweet painful aphrodisiac..



















Friday, June 10, 2011

The Secret.



Everything was just the same,but clearer
the smokescreen lifted for her,
the grass looked greener
The flowers smelt sweeter


She wore a smile,so deep but so shy
As if she was holding a secret,so sly
looking at the canopy of the sky
she let out a happy sigh!!


She played the last night,slide by slide
giggling to herself,she reminisced the undulating ride
Hitting her were vast oceans of emotions tide after tide
Overwhelmed was she at the sudden beauty,that she espied


The dusk's enchanting rendezvous
still lingering in her mind's view
Can she ever bid adieu??
For this was an elixir,afresh and anew


sin,they say,but she felt almost ethereal,so pure
pure in her femininity,her spirits touching the azure
She smiled again,so shy but so sure
holding a secret was she,of eternal furore


She felt her complete existence
blooming into womanhood, in its deepest sense
here was she,light as ever,with gratitude intense
For she had the secret,of a beautiful consequence.

The Chosen One.

Not even close to perfect
but definitely hard to resurrect
Not even close to beautiful
but definitely more than colorful
Not even close to stable
but definitely hard to crumple
Not even closely mystique 
but definitely more than quixotic


Looks nonchalant like anybody else
But so different in dealing with ideals
Looks frivolous like others
But so different in the ideals he mothers

A man with a determined soul...
Not just playing a dreamer's role
A man with a loving heart
Like a true blue romantic's art
A man with a pious body
used not,cheaply as a commodity

To be embraced by such
To be loved so much
One hopes to be The One
To be His Chosen one