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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Cluster of Thoughts

You are my salvation
through limitless love
and unendurable pain…

 

In a split second distance
I breathe the same air you take in
and that is how I have you
inside me, for now and a lifetime…

 

Time heals the wound
slowly and painfully but it does
only leaving a scar behind
to tell a broken story…

 

No matter how much I try
I cannot reach you
so I am sending my soul out
of this mortal cage
to meet yours
through the air to your lungs
through dreams in your sleep
through tears crawling down your cheeks
through music to your heart
through death to your life…

 

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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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