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?

restraints and reprisals..

times, when we check ourselves, our damnedest desires and dilemmas of life.
relishing in the conquer of the denials, gaily going in the drawn lines of discipline.
times, when the wind changes, and arises the need, to question, these very self restraints
give them to the wind, smash them, upturn them, those patiently counted days
let them stumble, like a card castle, that breaks down in a flutter of light paper strokes
laugh now, loud, in the vile pleasure at the castle's fate, that came swiftly at a single piece's plight
sleep, in the smug satisfaction of undoing, only after reminding myself the onus of reworking
maybe, to remind me, that i still have the control? of doing, undoing, and reworking?
maybe, to remember again the steering is still with me, to go forward, reverse or apply a break.

PS : a thought, on d day i broke an unnecessary diet i had embarked on, only to restore it from the next day onwards.. :D

The night falls; the stars stare,
Moonlight spread like a dull golden drape,
Then the sly wind and the sensuous weather.