Friday, February 17, 2012


No words are essential, in the melodies of love,

No hues in the spectrum are needed to paint my annals.

While you cast a look into my soul

Though you know not the impact of such a look

There lay embedded a thousand of desires ,

Comprising and evolving from infinite imaginations

Idling dormant in your heart for long,

And longing to see the light of realization.

Wherever you are, your heart throbs come to

Me, like the soft breeze in the air, stealing the

The fragrance of your hair held

In the palm of the wind, embracing you.

And when I kiss those petals of buds about to

Enfold into a bloom, they turn into a hue

Of pink softness, with the coyness felt of the sweetness,

Like that of your marvelous lips.

I will wait for you under the canopy of the stray moon light.

As the path you walk through, are adorned by

Countless glow worms, like the yonder stars of the Milky way.

I will embrace your soul and whisper into your ears

That you are my beloved and will diffuse

In the ecstasy of that immaculate rapture.

Monday, February 6, 2012


Stolen waters are sweeter...
Our dreams have a thousand wings
As we glide through the calm waters of
Unknown bliss, pervading our spirit.
Every episode of love only becomes
Succulent. when it fails to coalesce -
When it radiantly manifests in our
Losses, parting and desolation,
We discern it silently from the last episode
And we identify and discover the love in us.

Do not oppress your soul when you fail
In your dreams of love, as it shatters.
Love never fails; Love is always
Incomplete and never satiated;
Love is never fulfilled as it takes a turn
And culminate in a marriage.
Love is a magic, a delusion which
Makes us complacent even when it
Fails and also when it succeeds.

Every failure in love affairs will always
Tend to remain sore in our reveries;
But our love extend eternally, transcending our
Death and succeeding births,
As it was there, and it will be there;
Successively through ages, no matter
What we become, how we live and
How we pass into oblivion through
Our many incarnations, in the future.

Do not try to paraphrase its accomplishment
As marriage only…
A Phenomena that last only
For a short while, in the march of time.
Enjoy the ecstasy of love even though
You are married, or in desolation, despondency
Frustration, affliction and chagrin.
Love is the sure panacea for everything in life.
It is a gift, a sentiment, an emotion embedded
In our soul to be carried all the way beyond grave.