not enough

Like a withering second
               in a vast timeline
               you existed in my life,
a small portion that wasn’t enough,
             not enough to love you,
             not enough to melt in you,
not enough to paint my empty canvas
with the rainbow you were my love,
not enough to make you mine,
that was never enough
and it will never be.

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Holding your hand…

If there is a bit of possibility leftHolding hands
or even a grain of sand like hope

          I will be holding onto that
          that someday,
          may be someday

holding your hand —
your fingers firmly locked with mine
we will walk towards the horizon.
On the other side of the horizon
a life waiting for us
a life — once we dreamt together.

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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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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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