IN THE BLUES

In my last birth, you and me were butterflies,
Fluttering through the blues together
In search of nectar among blossoms of splendour.
We kept the spring under our wings
And flew into the midst of rainbows and blossoms.
We whispered into the ears of each flowers sweet
Lascivious secrets from its beloved, like messengers
Delivering snippets of last nights ecstasies.
As though we took our birth from the soul
Of an unknown lover, to fulfill a mission given to us.

We carried these epistles embedded with their dreams
In our bosom, and flew endless hours with the sun’s rays
To reach its beloved, beyond far and vast distances,.

Though we longed to adorn our wings
With the gossamer threads of the moonlight,
And to wear the mascara of dew drops
On our eyelids, before the petals
Of the evening sun withered, and our spirits
Flew away beyond our dreams, into oblivion.

OBSESSIONS IN THE SOUL

The dew drops slumbered

Wearied by the constant kisses

The moonlight was pouring throughout the night.

The petals on the blossom of the night

Opened and the butterflies of my dreams awoke,

Attempting to flutter around my lonesome mind.

The desolate night through which many a time

The veil of sleep disorbed, and you walked in

Carrying an evergreen blissful dream with you,

And gifted me with countless ecstasies en-wrapped in

Your love with passion and the ardour of your affection,

Sumptuously ornate in the rhythms of your breath..

Many a lonely night wherein my reveries,

My unperceived imaginations

Diffused into your blossoming eyes;

And my ruminations on you are holding

The rhythms of my music in my heart.

My beloved you have become my melodies

Budding your reminiscences in them and

The voice of my blithesome delights in the soul.