Friday, March 25, 2011
You stood before me like a rosebud
With a single petal unfolded.
The desires crooning in the mind,
The unsaid words compressed in the thoughts,
All rushed into the mind impatiently
And settled in my fingers to pen it.
The flowers of my sighs paved your path,
And you came as a breeze over
The cascade of my love.
You came in the chariot of the rain,
Stood as a cloud above me to pour down.
I never picked up a rose and offered it to you
At any time, yet, how come you knew?
My roses are blooming for you and
Permeating its fragrance, for you alone.
How is that? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!
I never spoke a word to you, on the
Sweetness of your love, filling my heart.
I never blotted and dried up, the moisture
from your eyes, in your solitude.
Yet, you knew my desires grazing on your soul,
Were to know your thoughts.
You never hummed a song, even for a moment
That came into your mind;
In the wee hours of the night,
When the stars perplexed and the nature
Shrouded in the morning mist,
I did not embrace your tender body
Yet, you understood my thoughts were
Hovering above you, and caressing you.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The night has not swooned and slept,
But still awake and the petals of the eyelids
Were ajar, and the shadows shortened
As the flame on the lamp weakened
On the florid bed, stretched out by the mind.
The night was young, and sleep defying.
The night blossoms crept through my window,
And kissed my fingers with love.
I gathered my dress that came off
And laid it on my lap, and then realized
It was the moonlight that fell on my bed.
Immersed in reveries I forgot everything.
The dawn stole the golden hue of the day break,
Wearing the bangle of the spring moonlight.
The doves of early sun, carried nectar
Searching the blooms of the season,
As you groped for me, on the bed.
The whole blue sky was embedded on a dew drop;
A superb spring was inlaid in a tiny flower..
Happiness arising as a nebulous cascade,
Deep in the chasm of the heart, through your smile.
The golden grandeur of a morning sky reflected
The vermillion on your forehead.
Twin blue ’ Pisces’ glided tardy in the depth of your eyes.
The darkest night roosted quiescent in your hair.
The tear drops on the rosy cheeks resembled
Golden scripts of love sonnets dormant in your heart.
The tinge of your body challenged the moonlight
And Sandal paste; or was it alabaster?
Sunday, March 6, 2011
My soul was in a slumber.
Then you came and showered
Your fragrance, through your kisses
And awakened me from my sleep…..
I am, now imprisoned in a solitary
Cell, of your ardent love.
The heart yearns for looking out
To see the vistas of green plush valleys;
Sylvan hills, where the nymphs roam;
The stream where the thousand suns
Envisions through bubbles and foams;
Where the green paddy fields ripple
In the breeze, and the lonely man angling
For a stray fish and sings his
Favorite lines, of a popular ballad;
Where, the one legged stork watch
The clouds wandering over the distant
Horizon, casting a shadow, over the
Dales. and the hills on its sojourn;
Where, the boatman sings a mournful lyric
And rows happily against the tide….
The rain splattering on the placid lake
Making tiny holes in the surface….
Where the rain drips through the leaves
Of the needle trees, in lustrous rivulets;
Where the urchins play, and gleefully
Jump naked, into the murky pond.
Your soothing fingers caressing my nape
While you stand close, embracing me
Arouse me from these reveries of the
Long forgotten fantasies; suddenly
I realize, that all these are embedded
In your feather touch…