Tuesday, March 22, 2016
the short message sent said
as if there could be any words enough to tell
a shooting star of my mind life sky,
carrying the endless times i wished upon its rise
for just one peck...
I don't know if you have any clue
how endearing it is,
your being you
How lucky you are my love,
living within your beautiful skin
glowing in your tanned skyline
like a full moon in a lover's night
you touch your hair
and the heartbeats of the world race
defying all rules of gravity
your hair rises
and the shy buds of yearning,
this beard scratch
so fuzzy like there is nothing wrong with this life
or could ever be
like your finally hugging me
and you get to bite your lower lip
can you imagine how many dreams are made of this sight?
then you smile
spreading the gateways of heaven
where not an eye had seen
or an ear ever before heard
you speak and the words come out dancing
on the tunes of your voice
like they have a choice!
how melodious it is
you can then listen to you!
you hold your hand at times
and there is no more countries or borders
distance becomes only the space between your fingers
where my heart to you lingers
you can see your face whenever you wish
this is how miraculous being you is!
it takes only a mirror glance
for the universe to unfold its colors in your eyes
as you stare for a clean shaven after a role
and the long hours run like minutes then,
in your make up room.
you get to breathe your scented air
bathe in your aromatic sweat
stay awake with yourself all night
and hold your tiered self when you lay down as tight
you don't need shooting stars
or new year wishes
you can hug your heart and the pain will heal
and when you cry,
the tears are but your own soul kisses
you close your eyelids and shut the world away
at your mind door, my poems and i by then lay ashtray
but i understand, it's okay to be at times selfish
and take all of your precious self to you
Excited dreams come cheering
hoping to be seen
your brain is also mean
keeping all your random thoughts in
you wake up to your sleepy voice
asking for Coffee
and your fingers searching for the lighter
what daylight could ever be brighter,
than your face at the tiny steps of your in your arms jumping li'l one
not even the sun
could bring more warmth
than what your eyes at his smile radiate
so what if you get up late
time stops with your being with you
now you can see how much jealous i am my love
of how lucky you are with your solitude
and How wonderful it is,
just to be your most beautiful self fan.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
lie awake in your hair forests
without a moon
Seducing the northern winds
upon your face tempest,
what cursed view is taking your eye?
why isn't it my one black and white eye?
where do they go
with your soul?
who got your call?
my heart drowns
your forehead frowns
and heavens gates split
at the eyebrows tilt
fields of magical roses bloom
in between the lids
your kohl eyed
before my sips
your honey sweat dips
to my thirst,
in your itching town
population of rhapsody
high on your fervored ecstasy
i lay in my twilight zone
in the center of your beard delights
i want to listen to their stories
they tell when you are asleep
and how it feels to be around your lips
may be they can share some tips
oh in my mind i take those trips
to your high lands of lechery
juicy syrup leaks
on your carved shaft of pleasure
spills on your chest
coming too far
in me, they melt.
your gazing lines
Scruffy word grips
on my open wounds
like salty whips
our eyes met,
Don't ever stop...
may we never reach anywhere
it's most beautiful when we dare
my hands in your well combed hair
and yours just messing around my life straight.
Monday, March 14, 2016
what would you sound like?
and your love notes played off my mind
what would i sound like?
my heart lingered...
like the breeze whispering his name
like the rain drops kissing the earth at his feet
like his name upon my lips
like our flowing rivers roaring in depth
like the sun song upon his face
like every dream about him i chase
like all children of the world laughing in his eyes
along with the nightingales of solitude
like the moon of my pleasure howling at his absence wolf
like the butterflies of my mind flapping their colored wings
at his fingers wordily petting
like their mad cheers at the gate on his birthday
as if i was there
and the sad tears rolling on my cheeks all day
because i wasn't..
like the desert roses ballad at the his smiles monsoon
like how it's too late too soon
like all my dreams coming true
at his sight
may be i would sound like this night
like every shooting star fall
in the space filled of wishes
may be i could sound like the loudest screams of his silence
or the fifteen minutes of quietude at the edge of his bed
like the thunder storms rising as he strikes his hair
and the turbulent winds whistling, as he blinks
like the aching violins of my waiting
and the moonlight sonata of his arrival
May be i would sound like the letters
to him, i never sent
or the poems, about him i wrote
and never read
may be i would sound like the words
i heard of his lips, but he never said
or like the old church ringing bells
at the newly neighbouring weds
like the cobblestone streets of real, waltz at our reel steps
and for that matter, like the lens click cluck of our
never taken photograph
Oh my dear one, what to tell you...
i would only sound like his love.
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