Gest for my love

O’ my Goddess,
in your hair-
cryptocrystalline blackishness
pierce deeply the sunshine,
when sway –
light withers
and night invades the day.
On your lips –
twilight deepens to scarlet
like vermilion-
forming in crimson red,
crowns softly your twinkling smile,
when your celestial beauty
lilt an ethereal whisper –
sighs only I hear.
And those eyes –
penetrate my being with such affection,
inebriate gasp in my breath –
your love,
your touch,
your gentle confluence.

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Conversation

Towards my own shadow today I speak- 
No one to listen but to you I reveal my saddened heart
                          which once have exulted in rapture.

There were no hours that we may call them together spent
Hear me oh my sole companion, be still and numb
Remember two shadows walked along with each other
                                        – As forever they meant.

And whilst our fledgling love was about to grow
A shadow upon our shadows did hover– so cursed
Blacken’d the sky – devouring all senses – and time
                  – So far a decadence of ultimate sorrow.

Glowing sun deemed like an eclipse occurred upon the planet
and you lost your grace in grievance under such turmoil. 
The arousal of all my agonies and the distress upon
                      – The disappearance of my beloved.

Towards the end of days, obscene gathering of worsened thoughts-
Scandalous notion of my unassailable fragmental desires
And under the invading and dwindling crimson light
               I speak to you my shadow in silence so ominous.

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Ache to be with you

Like a fragrance in the breeze your love hovers around me,
Thought of you intoxicate my sole-self and such drowsy numbness-
That I had drunk vintage wine from your lips. Amidst cloud of faces,
Noise alike I travel through a bee hive buzzing aloud but myself,
Sitting somewhere far up above a mountain, in a sanctuary.
And my ears filling with your voice, a serene song of the constant flow-
Of virgin brook from a high hill; so playful and alive and you never know,
How much I ache to be with you my sweet beloved for an hour!
From this constant rehearsal of quote unquote phrases inside my head
Lying- enwrapped by your soft loving hands in a world where none intrudes.
And your playful mischievous movement of fingers cutting through my hairs,
Underneath a starry sky accompanied by the queen of night-
The silvery moon from heaven blessing us with her eternal delight.
And falling dew drops covering us with a moist affection and mother nature-
Silenced the world with an enigmatic touch and we may fill ourselves,
Profusely; with the stream of affection and this night may occurred to be-
A sole remembrance of heavenly pleasures for which every time I return,
Again and again to embrace thousand deaths only to be with you . . .

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The Naked-ness of Desires

Oblivious to the presence of my own existence-
like opium drain’d through the veins- lost,
Inanimate world came into motion only-
the motionless me. Dwindling sight and
nervous call of my psyche. Awaken’d desires-
mischievous touch, playing-crawling underneath
my skin. Vivid-ness of a bright light- yellowish mid-
summer day. Crawling into the bed- then I fall into sleep;
Or not, or may it a profound reverie! Oblivious to the
world that someone’s dreaming. Was that a dream or
what named of a dream?- A dream within a dream. Like
-shadows invading everything exist in the room.
Only the vivid-ness of burning light comin’,-
through the window glass failing my sight; discarding
my being. O! The goodness of angel or my desires
of devilish thought! What I see? Who do I see?
Such numbness that I cannot move; anasthetiz’d
my wholeness. And I see- a lady. Sitting right next to
the window-on the couch. Gazing with her lustrous eyes-
and piercing through my transient mortal case; rising
my morbid fascination. I see a beauty-beyond all my
reckoning. The lustrous desire of heart along with my unquenchable-
thirst in the eyes of being lov’d- enjoyed the horrifying
Beauty of her deep delve carve cutting through window
light. And the soft swell carve of her naked breast –
curtained under her shadowy whirlpool of curly hair.
And like a bow, her bending hands illustrate perfect
Ivory. Shadows like trudging down softly, very slowly
Curtailing her image in my eyes and I crave to invade her Beauty.
O! My naked desire. Turning a white heart
into darkened dwelling where- desire burning
in such firey flame- famished for centuries.
Craving to meet that fire like a moth. O! Goddess;
Take me-let me die burning into your flame.
I may collapse and doom’d for an eternity-

and alike a propeller whirr’d, and the clock buzzed
like an obstinate envious withstander . . .  and . . .my eyes opened. 

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