Longings…

Could you nuzzle me as the radiant ray
Of a resplendent golden morn?
Could you wake me up every morning
With the soft melody of a nightingale
Cooing for love from its mate?
Your countenance could be a mascot for me,
As the rising sun in the early dawn.
The chilly breeze that kissed me on
My cheeks could have been your luscious lips.
When I set my feet on the cold floor
I felt a chill reaching my forehead.
Was it your face that brushed me
Trying to blot the sweat drops off my face?

I could see my face in half stupor
On the mirror of your awesome mind.
The tolling of the church bell gliding
Through the air towards me with the droning
Sound of chanting prayers in unison,
Seems to me as your propitious prayers
Rising up towards heaven’s gateway,
For my longevity in this world with you.
Wish the water I sprinkled on my face
Could be replaced with your warm greetings.
If I souse myself and swim in the ocean of
Your love, I am sure that you will wipe my head
And hair with the warm towel of your affection.

Your assurances could be the gorgeous attire
I am wearing scrupulously with pleats.
The gift of your heart that you gave me
Could be the locket hugging to my bosom,
On the necklace I am adorning.


If the somniferous moonlight caress me to
Sleep could be your embraces and I forget
Everything and cling to your chest,
That morph into a serene bed
And the sweetest dreams I see always
Be the same as yours, the heaven created by
Those splendid dreams could become
Our adorable abode, eternally.

WAKE UP FROM YOUR SLUMBER

The sun flower opened their
Eyes of ambrosial love for their lover.
Wild roses blossomed and embraced
The tree, enshrouding its naked trunk
With a floral veil, swayed in the soft breeze.
Why are you still sleeping, my beloved?

I am standing forlorn in this gloomy vale
Under the hillock, covering its breast with
The brassiere of fog and mist.
Awake and get up to open the lonely window
Of your boudoir and look at me,
Waiting for you, in this eerie morning.

I am still singing a song to wake you up
From the lassitude of your salacious
Dormancy, from your amative dreams.
My enamouring seductress, wake up.
I am still standing on the bank of a spring
Of agitating ecstasy, rippling with passions.
Get up and open the window of your sensual
Lips in a soul stirring coral smile.
Come out in your gossamer negligee;
The mist will cover your bareness
In your rear and me with my frame
Your delectable bosom with a cuddle.

GRATIFIED...

If that flower fall off, and kiss the earth,

From the crest of a tiny breeze;

If a magical chant of music,

Of the endearing melody of an overture

Is heard, emanating from the bamboo flute;

If the memory of a long forgotten ditty, sung many times,

Bring the charm of a magnificent rainbow, to the soul;

If the tear drops moisten my wheezy bosom

Through a long awaited, message coached in love;

Then each drop of the nectar, conserved in my soul,

Is a gift, she has given to me by her memory!



If the words springing from her coral lips, could

Sow the seeds of abiding glee, in my entity;

If her entrancing, beatific smile flow in, as

Ambrosia, to dulcify my life;

I will sustain it, like the broken piece of a peacock’s

Plume, of my pristine love, in the treasure trove,

Deep inside the depth of my placid mind.


The glowing embers of despair, spread through the veins,

Flustering rueful thoughts, and making me insane.

The buds of sweet charming spring, longed to bloom.

Withered, fell into the lap of the earth.

Every desire, dreamt in my beautiful reverie,

Dissolved in the wild empty sands of the scorching desert.

I no longer wish to have another rebirth,

As I am gratified with all the raptures

Of a billion rebirths

In this life itself, because she loved me…