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.

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