the only one

Like there is only one nectar that can give a new life,
Like there is only one sun that kisses the mountain,
Could it be that, all those poets will praise that only one?
The Poems and proses of the lovely love alone?

Like there is only one season for the flowers to spring,
Like there is only one blue sky for the full moon to adorn,
Could it be that, this handsome man is that only one?
The one missing piece of my long waiting half?

Like there is only one ocean for the river to merge,
Like there is only one rainbow that the rain falls in love with,
Could it be that, today, we are that perfect pair?
The only one lost in the strange tale of romance?

Like there is only one word of truth from an untainted heart,
Like there is only one taste for the sweet sugar syrup,
Could it be that, it is us who are destined?
For the only one ending, of, the happily ever after.

her butterfly story

They fluttered like a set of restless butterflies every time she did her blushing acts. To put him under their power. So that in moments of amazement, he will shower her with more such words of infinite love. She let them charm him, her eyelashes, cause he loved them the most. He loved them for their sweet bloom. For, they were the kind of long, slender flowers that you can touch with your hands and caress. Those which were the kind of charcoal dark, that skillfully formed the borders of his perfect sketches. Dark enough to contain the mesmerizing beauty of her eyes within. To form the backdrop, yet again brilliant in itself to make him marvel at the strokes. A lovely addendum, to the glowing gaze of her eyes beneath. Such grandiose, that he wants to trace the way they rise up from the splendid valley of her deep eyes. To form the perfect arc of a marvelous black rainbow. A thing of beauty, to stand and stare. A real stunner for him to get lost and love.

the delectable you

In the spent of the night and in the start of the day
Even in the spiteful heat of the hot summer sun,
And in the wistful wait for the sweet shine of the moon
I feel fond memories of you flashing about me
And I bathe in the sweetness of that pleasurable delight
Of a time together, of me , and the delectable you.

Fall

Like a tide that fell in love with the lunar light. That took her up the sky, let her flying high in rampant joy. Climbing higher and higher, in her desire to reach him and dance with him. Drizzling him with her warm water, and feeling the joy. Each tiny wave of her twinkling in his brilliant moonlight love. Fall back then, to her mother ocean, after one exquisite love making. Only to rise again and be kissed. Fall, only to reel back in love.



Like a river that fell in love with the lone cliff. That gave her the world, let her dancing in grace, coursing through him. Her many brilliant drops ricketting off her, shining a rainbow colour in the playful sunlight. Feeling his lovely touch in every bit of her movement. Relishing the rush of air seeping through her cells, as she poured down in delight to the deep beautiful valley beneath. Falling in her bountiful flow, caressed by him. To fall, in a lush of love. Only to fall back, in abundant rain drops, showering herself on him. Fall, losing herself, in the maddening hug of his welcome back love.

the new dawn

you and your love for me,
makes me go back in time.
to the faraway I belong .
den I look back to see
that we are miles apart

i love all your songs, your melodies
but today, when you confess your love
in this splendid moment i realise
I had been far too immersed in the rest,
the new, the promising tomorrow’s dawn,
that I forgot the old heart,
the melody of my very own roots.

She might write it better,
Her poems and proses may be sweeter
Stand by me, for tonight I am alone
thoughts full of sorrow, swerving in soft drone
know that when you let my words fall,
that which is left of me be nothing,
but a face ravaged with grief.

the sweet sleep

Yearning grips the wayward mind,
to succumb to sweet nothingness of sleep,
let them dreams take their life.
begone to the beginning of the end,
of today's chores, off the tiresome day,
feel the sweet breeze that caress my eyelids
tempting and wooing and calling softly
shall i go, and rest there,
happily for the day's end?