The fear is not of drowning in your eyes,
nor sinking in those pools of translucent dews but
of being abandoned at the sides of your lips
by the myriad tear-drops.
Tag: passion
Love-Spell
Swathed in the warmth of your skin
in awe of deep amorous breaths,
slow rising chest, those rhyming heat-beats
provoking gentle ripples in me.
Without a hope for redemption
under the ardent urgency
surrendered and taken away to
the prisons of your venereal mockings
to be arrested under your
love-spell!
Elysium (Paradise)
The moment when your glance fell on me
rivers of lust flew surging so many emotions
opening fissures of my soul, but as I stretched
my hand to feel the warmth of that glint, it
evanesced into a fourth dimension, as I
lay sunken in golden bed of desires, each
cell in my body bathed in your after-shadow,
that amorous silhouette engraved on my
bronze heart, aching for one last time
the perfect rapture of bodies ,for the final
communion of my parched lower lip with your
upper lip, where dwells million diamond
dew drops, my sole pathway to
Elysium after death!
Snobbish Indifference
Stolen glances
missing beats
those translucent
moments, porous
breaths evaporated
in cheap sooty puffs
of gas-station
cigarettes, lungs
choked of highway
psychedelics, motel
caffeine to measure
vaccant hours of
your casual neglect,
I measure from
puff to puff,
smoke to smoke
and make most of
those empty
hours, all while
gazing at your
sinful lips,
marveling the
arched Sicilian
nose where rests
that snobbish
indifference…
Born Again
In your eyes I found my redemption, yes
in your bewitching eyes, not in some astute
scriptures or shrines.
It was all in one glance that I savored the
rare nectar of heavens which angels
boasts of.
Reclaimed from the rubles of past, resurrected
from the debris of bygone life,
Immersed in your seraphic radiance a born
again the moment you cast your
eyes on me.
Those Charms & Glows
I’ve possessed my bitter sorrows long back,
Adorned and wore it as part of my flesh ,
Pains which gushes as streams of scarlet blood
through blue veins, raging as river Nile
Like whiffs of cheap psychedelic drugs, I
consumed every bit and angle of my grief
For a woman doesn’t become a woman until
she gleefully begins to possess and wear her
pains, she transforms into a woman the moment
she glows while drowning in the lyres of pain
Those sickly bossoms turn fuller and rounder
gracefully carrying the heavy burdens of heart
and the faces emanate those rare effervescent
charms about whom blind poets often write and
Trembling painters paint perfectly with angular
strokes of nylon brush. those charms and glows
as streams of scarlet bloods pumped from the
aching hearts, gushing forth in blue veins.
A Promised Land
A yearning pilgrim, I trudged
took heavy steps, to embark
on sacred voyage to become
a holy rover.
Crossed seven-seas beneath
herculean skies on thin
azure waters of desires
in the direction of one
promised land.
So ancient scriptures recounts
on the holy land exist ruins of
a buoyant shrine carved out
of the postures of lovers
in acts of love.
A divine sanctuary on whose
pastel marble steps, tired
lovers embrace and quench
thirsts through locking
parched lips and sore
bodies…
A celestial reserve,where tall
minarets resonates with
the hush whispers of
the craving kissing
love-birds,
A fertile land lushed by rains
of sweltering vapors raised
from the bodies of
longing lovers..
Tempted by such promised
land, I embarked on holy
voyage to become a
holy rover.
Let us you and I
Let us you and I once again
meet beneath the vast skies
hold hands and take long walks
In shadows of blushing trees of fall
on embellished carpets of florescent leaves
pour out the maladies of the souls
Listen in serenity few beats of our hearts
narrate to each other the ancient tales
of shooting-stars and broken hearts
Solitary nights and the bleeding cores
while taking youthful sips of scarlet
wines flowing from the goblets of deep-sighs
Your fingers engraved on my wrists
souls fusing with souls, hearts-
melting with hearts
Let us you and I once again
meet beneath the vast skies…
The Autumn Winds
You embraced my being like the fallen
withered leaves of the deceased autumn
Shrouded me from the chills and breezes
I leapt on to you for the tenders caresses
and fiesty cajolings, but then you went
away like the autumn winds, abandoning
me at a site where once stood an ancient
tree the siloutees of whose roots still lurks
in the muddy grounds like shadows of your
long embraces on my soul, the dry barren
heart like the decayed hollows of the dead
tree, I lingered on rootless through the
burial grounds wept and sobbed at the
passing of your warm kisses and gentle
touches just like the death of autumn of
winds….
Pure Ecstasy
The melodious fluttering
leaves twirling, swaying
wooing petals of the
withered flowers doing
belle on the softer
orchestras of the hollow
winds of majestic
autumns.
Shy veiled sun, playing
hide-seek from behind
the dark clouds, like
a coy bride with a
mischievous gleam,
trying to catch arousing
glances…
A lone bee hovering
on the left-over florets
suckling to the last
drops of heavenly
nectar for which many
virgins slained their
lives…
An ecstasy took over
as if intoxicated of rich
wines from the barrels
of ancient Greek Gods
drowsiness of thousand
opiums seized the
bodies.
My naked body scented
in the aromas of damp
Earth, handsome winter
softly draping me, coiling
me in his strong embraces
a passionate kiss of
morning dew on my
swelled lips,
Parched tongues asking
for more nectar, added
dew bites held tightly
against winter’s chest
sun coming out of veils
revealing its glory, dropping
all shames, layers…
drowsiness of thousand
opiums came upon
upon, pure ecstasy
of sheer release…