A SENSE OF BELONGING......

                     





I know now… I belong to you as a dew drop !

A pearldrop that fall down and shatter into infinitesimal atoms

At the touch of your fingertip,  without you knowing it.

I am your heart, the one that silently  whimper for you.

I am the melody on your lips ever present and indelible.

A  song stumbling,  quavering and pining in the mind.

I am your life exclusively  existing here though

Short lived in excruciating circumstances.

I am your depleted ocean, where the quite ripples

Dazzle under the midnoon sun,from where you take

A handful of water  and pour over your chest;

A sea seeking the depth under  your eyes,

You are my rain, showering chillness on my anguish

Assuaging the torpid insensibility of the soul;

The rain seeking  the stinging throbs of my heart

The rain that assimilate in my sighs and diffuse

Falling in my eyelids; always longing to fall down

Permeating its  heavenly fragrance around me.

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Alas! You rob everything,  you merciless  time,

Stealing the magnifIcent dreams of rainbows

That flourished on the tiny petals of this blossom.

Why did you separate  the tiny heart from its stem

With the ghastly fingers of your hands?

You never cared to behold for a moment

The bleeding eyes, bemoaning at the shattered

Pieces of  the glass beads of desires, gathered

And closely kept in the bosom endearingly…

Though you promised an entire spring for me,

I came  to blossom in you as a tiny flower

And to entice you with my sweet fragrance;

The providence granted me  only a short

Evanascent life, and even then  you

Plundered all of my dexterity and made me

Abortive and worthless, you  abominable time!

VANISHING SPRINGS

VANISHING SPRINGS

In the eyelids of the blossom

Lurks  the anguish left by  a bygone

Spring season, where its joy and passion

Convoked and left  sad reveries.

The manifold cellars of enthralling

remembrances hold in its

Chambers, the romantic moments

That went past through the past  seasons.

Don't you recognize the breeze  that

Carries the sandalwood fragrance

Encircling you, trying to  blot out

the tear drops lurking in your eyes,

By its  erotic embraces and vibrant kisses

All over you, and  on your cheeks

With the frenzy of an avid paramour ?

Love is always  a spasm caused by  the trembling of

An unknown thorn stuck in the heart;

And even when aching, it gives  a comfort

From the honey it drips into the emotions.

You dwell in me, as I diffuse in you

And our  boundary walls softly and gradually

Dissolve into nothingness,  removing the barriers.

If you are away, far away from me

You will  dearly hold me through every moments,

And  will hanker for the dream that brings me to your side.

When there is parting, love will erupt  fiercely

As a wild fire and  invite a typhoon into its midst,

Remaining inside the sinews like a wall of fire.

Love becomes a spring blossoming with tears

In the eyelids, and  without the pangs of love,

Love will wilt like the summer blooms.

WHEN YOU COME

                       

WHEN YOU COME

When you come....

 No words are essential…

No hues  are needed to write my chronicle

Of melodies of love, as   you cast a look into my soul .

Though you know not the impact of such a scene;

Where lay embedded a thousand   desires

Involving infinite  imaginations, idling dormant

Insipid in your heart for long, and longing.

Wherever you are, your heart throbs come to  me

Like the soft breeze in the air, stealing  the

The fragrance  of your hair kept

In the palm of the wind embracing you.

And  when I kiss those petals on buds

Enfolding into a bloom, they turn into a hue

Of pink  softness with the coyness felt of the dulcitude,

As that of your marvelous lips.

I will wait for you under the canopy of the inert night.

As the path you walk through, are adorned by

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

I will embrace your soul and whisper  into your ears

That you are my beloved ,and will liquefy

                                      In the ecstasy of that immaculate rapture.