Desires

large (1)

A feeling of ecstasy overpowered the existence
With just a peck of passion,  secrets unrelieved
Craving your touch, was my self, with every breath
Intoxicated in realms of unreal, I desired you.

I often said what lies  within was mere putrid
For it exhumed a bruised heart and a charred soul
Still, you sought to just entangle my fingers
Seeking to embalm me with the love, hidden afar.

It was a while that my flesh shuddered with thoughts
In which you played magic, with power of your feelings
Intensity, heard in your voice, spoke of all hidden
I rushed far, into resistant embrace, with every smell.

A speck of darkness was fading away, as dawn enlightens
In closed cubicle, I saw glowing smiles, of pure trust
I held it close, to speak of all the fears I knew not
For a confidante you were, before the steps moved ahead.

We whispered dreams and fantasies, life and death
Today, we chose to imprison the words, closely
Among the shine of giggles, and pure laughter
I took a leave, as moon appeared, only to reappear.

Fragrances of fresh henna awoke you from the fresh mist
As I stepped, with empty feet, and wet hair strands
To make love, with passion, found in unwritten leaves.
The eyes were there to entice, into a dream world today.

A spring it was, in our heart, as I moved in tandem with you
The colors in that chamber spoke of only deep romance
Orchids gelled with those red roses, as yellow marigold smiled
I asked you of their presence, you said they climbed for your glimpse.

A blush overwhelmed me, demure I became in love showers
You carried me towards a breeze of air that welcomed us,
Some rain drops, some glistened rays greeted us early
As I melted away like a liquid, in the sparks of your flesh.

Rare was the assortment, of lust and love, of purity and sin
Scared were my eyes, as you felt my lips, whispering a tale
I seek to love just the soul, move away if you must, of devils
I succumbed within you deep, with pains of desire, of eternal love.

large (2)

Written for NaPoWriMo-Day 28

Also prompted@ 3WW, OSITheme Thursday, Trifecta, Inspiration Monday, Sunday Scribblings, The Poetry Pantry, A-Z Blogging Challenge( Y for Yellow)

Advertisements

Soul-Mates

Siting in one corner of the world, as water swept past rhyming songs of death, she wondered, if life was really worth all the struggle. Brutal seemed fate to her , drowned in tears of blood,  where all she saw was gory and horrific.  If wishes were dragon, she would have burned every hatred within and embraced all the dreams she saw shattered one after the other.

It only seem like yesterday when in one of her sullen moods, she had said goodbye to the only one she trusted most with her life for over a decade. The energy she had put in the produce of the lifetime was today withered away as one bad memory of a lifetime.

It was spring outside, trees were all laden with colored leaves and smell of beautiful flowers filled the air with fragrance of its own. One tarnished soul sat at the crossroads of life where the question of life and death is what bothered her most.

What she didn’t know was what life had in store for her.

Across seven seas, he was smiling at the teasing of his sister who was eager to get him hitched. The picture of her was in front of him and a rosy blush on his face. He was denying any interest to everyone around but how could he deny the truth to himself. A man who never believed in love but was falling in love, not at first sight, but first glimpse of her picture. This was not the usual practical him, but then when paths and destiny decide to make things work, there isn’t any logic. Is there?

Two people miles apart, one thinking to end life over a broken heart. Another, thinking if the illusion of love is worth a try. But yet both are unknown to the fact that one day, destiny will bring these two strangers together to live a happy life together, as each other’s Soul- Mates.

Strangers are they
Siting in corners
Crying over the past
Fearing the future.

Unaware of the music
In rhymes of time
When flowers bloom
And rivers swing.

Tears will be pearls
Smile all magical
As love bird burn
In union of souls.

Souls meant to unite
Till eternity of time
Blissful marriage shine
As families drink wine.

Siting in one corner
Or running across seas
Romance will smile
At the beauty of cries.

Old joints will ache
When sea smile of old
Who still love close
With all their might.

Also Prompted @ 3WW, Inspiration Monday, Weekend Wordsmith, OSI, Thursday Poets Rally and The Poetry Pantry

My Angelic Prince


As the year is nearing the middle, comes summers and where I come from they are scorching hot. So there was nothing special about the month of May all these years. Except for the fact that they marked the summer vacations in school and university days but the heat made us relish holidays more in the Air Conditioned rooms rather than roaming much. But then all this changed in this special month when we were fighting those sweaty heats. Across the seven seas, in one beautiful county was born an angelic face as the month was nearing its end. And by coming to this universe, he was changing the world for many a people, changing relations and being the first of the next generation. His name means the fortunate one and he indeed has been the bundle of happiness for everyone. He is the gift of God and  prince of our lives- my nephew, whom I yearn to hold still and yet he brings all the joys in the boring lives.

I still remember when the news of you coming in this world reached my ears, I went mad jumping across the house for I knew I will no longer be the youngest one and there would be giggles of someone young doing rounds in the silence of our house.  I knew there is soon going to be someone I can hold, play with, and have the smiles of my life with a certain right. He is going to be ‘my baby’ in the same way I was ‘the baby’ for my brother. I have always loved babies , they somehow fill my life with happiness and the whole time till he came into this world has been a beautiful journey. His news reached my ears when I was going through the worse period. He reinforced my belief that God still wanted his special plans for me. And he brought a sprinkle of rains with the news of an ‘angel’ entering my life.

I still remember the time when I first saw the glimpse of you on a video call. Those tiny closed eyes and the soft skin with tiny hands and feets gave the angelic feeling which is still  undefined. My parents maintained it on seeing him that he was my copy and maintain it still when he is almost six months old and it gives me a different kind of happiness as I have always grown up being the darling of my brother and still am.

Those tiny hands I yearn to touch and wish to smile with their happiness. You persona seems like crafted specially by God’s special inkpot. As we fought through stressing works, bad health and depressing lives, the giggling antics still put us at peace.  In the wildness of the cluttered lives of your parents, you came as a stable point. From being the rumple being the transformation to responsible lives is what makes their world goes around.

Festivity is yet to reach the ground when you touch base to meet the other half of the family and I yearn to see the smile on the old faces of my parents and the joy your parents gain out of it. We might spoil you, we might tease you but yet we all love you the best .

Eyes fill with happiness
As they lay on a tiny angel
That lays in the cradle
And smiles with a naughtiness.

Far off , yet near you are
As we saw you grow each day
From crying tiny faces
To big eyes that recognize.

You sat the first time
In front of us and smiled
Now the camera makes you curious
As you snatch it around.

We kiss you in spirit
And smile with all your actions
Your sleep smile is to die for
As you dream of angels.

We see you grow and await
When we can carry you
And love the real you
Holding those tiny hands of bliss.

P.S. I would like to thank  Thursday Poets Rally  for the The Perfect Poet Award for Poets Rally Week 58. I would like to nominate Lady Nimue for next week.

Written as part of The Month of the Year Challenge-Season 2.

Also Prompted @ 3WW, Theme Thursday, The Gooseberry Garden, Sunday Scribblings,OSI, The Poetry Pantry.