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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Journey towards you . . .

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Implacable desires invading my nervous system,
My confused paces are escorted by constellations above,
through my day-night journey towards unknown a destination,
-Incognito. Pursuing my heart I endeavored to a perilous expedition.
For what? -whom I pursue? A shadow of enigma. A disguise;
A face concealed. I may not return or may I relapse forever,-
In a solitary confinement somewhere in a dungeon of a forgotten kingdom.
But the resistance of my awakened part turns into failure and
a spectacular flame-out of my knocked down reactance I experience- handicapped.
My morbid enthrallment of enjoying her countenance whilst-
Confronting my abrupt theatrical presence; the complexion-
over her face forbid me not to halt my paces, I quicker my journey overseas . . .

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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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Bird

Onset of every morn and amidst every night
a loner ~ only inhabitant of the mountain peak
once felt queer whilst gazing at the cloudless blue sky
a bird like a paper kite circling there on its flight.

Somewhat puzzled but with an admiring gaze
his eyes followed it even through the shining blaze,
as aft awhile accompanied by a living creature
departed from his consciousness – lost in a maze.

Later like a voice summoned up in the blue heaven
Gray clouds gather’d shape like cotton made creature
and the humming sound of lost drifted wind
amidst all; the bird kept flying – in its way so even.

Beholder of that divine drama; awaits for the screen fall
The day ended with the deemed drunken eyed firey ball
and the darkness invading the light in spite of all
Whilst the Bird changed its track attending an eternal call.

The Bird, hovering in the sky lost in the horizon
Such was the creature, had such impulse to soar,
unknowingly deluded by the rays so crimson
solely an illusion compelled chances of its’ return lower.

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. . . in my dream

Closing doors of these mortal eyes
Opened an enveloped past shattered inside
Arise of some immortal memories
Your face- your eyes- your smile
And everything that exists- stepped aside.
Centuries of awaiting; exhausting
And tiresome moments so annoying
Left in a moment seeing the favor of west wind
Carrying scent of your soft rosy skin,
Tempted my desires falling in love
Eventually I (fell) fell losing my being.
It’s when all started to change
Summer and winter and spring
Then lots of spring passed like in a glimpse
What if this is all happening only in my dreams . . .

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