Pervading fragrance...

Harmony, reprieve and quarrel!
That is the history of mankind in succinct.
Preparedness, hindrance; they make the
The theme of a love story.
Seasons may come and then leave.
They will spread out pearls all around,
And gather them back before its return.
Blossoming flowers will wither away,
Nevertheless, will fill the air with its fragrance.
That scent will skulk and persist for ever.
A thousand eons will enjoy that perfume.

Destiny will always grin on the futile
Fate of humans, without discrimination;
And God will simulate sleeping all the time,

Insomniac waves…

Tidal waves!
Waves that can never cease and sleep;
Insomniac, laughing always, cuddling together
And hugging and playing on the shores;
Swimming around in delicate ecstasy!

Let us become these waves of this ocean.
Of our immortal and eternal passions.
Let us cover up our stripped nakedness
Of intense emotions, under the blanket
Of the silvery moon light, beaming from heaven,
Submerge ourselves in a game frolicking
In this alluring and fuddling water;
Entwining our bodies like snakes, when mating
With hoods of rubies and crawling in the sand,
Wriggle and slither in unison in the frenzy
Of lecherous passions, in each of our cells,
Forgetting ourselves, in its entrancement.

Let us become the shores of this ocean;
And allow the delicate nails of the waves,
To scratch and bruise, while fondling the breast,
Lying spread-eagled there invitingly,
Filled in feverish love with lust.
Melt into a state of euphoric exultation;
And gather the oysters from the whirls
Of her navel of strings, and kiss them.

Eternal…

Your memory still haunts, and smiles in my mind,
As a garland, of rainbow on the neck of
Sodden clouds, impatient to shed its attire.

You the me, and me the you
We were born in places far apart.
Like the driftwood close in, on the shores,
We floated in the ocean, of populace.
And one day drifted close, as strangers…

Autumn:
Formal nodding, perfunctory greetings,
Shallow smiles, casual accosting;
Sharing a joke, mutual treats
Like a thirsty fish, in the ocean…

Season changes;
Summer.
A little walk, a little talk,
A magnificent obsession.
A willing miss, a stolen kiss.
Exchange of gifts, words of appreciation;
A phone call, just before going to sleep.
Bid good night and sweet dreams...

Spring. With all its blessings.

Close encounters of the third kind.
We understood, we are made for each other.
We dream together, we imagine alike.
Our desires are similar, like our aspirations.
We resolve to become one.
We dissolve and become one.
Our target attained;here,
Our search for each other ended.

What is this miracle, of destiny?
Souls wandering through eternity;
Seeking always, for its lost mate.
Once found they unite in life
In passion, and love and bliss.
And boundless immortality...

Dreams. My fairies!

Dreams, my dreams, you are fairies of paradise.
The world will be an empty void, if you were not here.
Without God, without humans, without angels,
Bereft of the sense of purpose, devoid of life force;
Deficient in imagination, of beauty and creative arts
And permeating fragrance, of flowers.

You are the butterflies, bred and brought up by
Nymphs of the yonder, in the palace, of the blue skies,
Built in sapphire stones, and coming as guests;
As honoured guests, into this barren earth
To shower rapture in our hearts, with nectar.

You are opening the doors of my soul, with out
Me knowing it, and painting your pictures
In empty spaces in there, and creating magnificent
Rainbows, of multitudinous colors;
Dissolving them, in the drops of my tears,
And wiping it away, frequently, intermittently...
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