Our love flows in the moon,
Entangled in its craters and mountains,
serene, pure with soft whisperings.
My soliciting heart seeks you.
And you make it drink the elixir of love.
Far away the ocean sounds and resounds,
Like the echoes of your name in my heart.
I love you and now I write on my heart.
I end each sentence with your breaths,
A perpetual poem, it is indeed.
Come here and I'll love you till the end of time,
We will be drowsy and drunk on passion.
You are the one who can make this day sublime,
So will you please be mine?
© Neha Chaudhary, 3 months ago
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
Memories drift me away to
The yonder fun filled days.
And this letter makes me recall
The Milky Way, I visited last month.
There are drops of Jupiter in my hair.
Will you pick them for me?
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
Is it for the victims that I weep,
Or for the caged birds in hell,
Or for the miserable plight of children,
Or to the callousness of statesmen?
Vicious circles call for exploitation,
And slump us in the quicksand
Of avarice and heinousness.
And the spring gets lost in gelid sighs.
Human is indeed an animal.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
When I look in her eyes,
I see waves rising and falling.
They make me think of wide open skies
that are even out of my dreams.
Crystal shines with shimmers of sun,
Spikes hurt the pacific edges,
And the black hole absorbs everything.
These sangfroid eyes are beautiful.
Maybe eyes are the best creation of God.
They reflect me, and they reflect her.
Like an éclair without the cream filling,
things are stuck in her eyes.
And these things can't proclaim their pain.
Yes, she is afraid of breaking down.
And that is why words cease to exist before these sangfroid eyes.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
~
Time disappears,
the hours, the days
Lost in the shadows,
a sundial haze
Seizing the moments
our memories trace
Drawing the curtain,
these thoughts to erase
Still I ignore
every clock on the wall
Each ticking second,
the minutes that fall
For all I see
is the beautiful view
Of every new day
I am starting with you
~
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
A lily-girl, not made for this world’s pain,
With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,
And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears
Like bluest water seen through mists of rain:
Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain,
Red underlip drawn in for fear of love,
And white throat, whiter than the silvered dove,
Through whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.
Yet, though my lips shall praise her without cease,
Even to kiss her feet I am not bold,
Being o’ershadowed by the wings of awe,
Like Dante, when he stood with Beatrice
Beneath the flaming Lion’s breast, and saw
The seventh Crystal, and the Stair of Gold.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
In my sombre sky, you are like a cloud,
Showering kisses like alacrious rains.
Promising me a world full of exaltations,
Your love has turned reality better than dreams.
I become the hyacinth twisted over your soul,
When the insatiable essences environ us.
Your gaze lights me with crimson color.
Cuddling and squealing are always my dulcet reminiscences.
Our nomadic kisses travel everywhere,
Guided by our fingers interlocked.
The enchanting elixir of yours,
Is like hot silk on my *****
Oh my love! You are the rains of solace.
Your buttress keeps me from falling,
And those caressing hands have always wiped my tears.
It was you who always melted the snow.
Here, I raise my song to you.
And as I love you, the birds pipe out,
The withered flowers brighten up,
And baby, I fall in your arms.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 6:56 AM UTC
The best way to squander a weekend
In indolent repose, is to sit by a river.
And to watch it with adherence,
With cool breeze swaying your hair.
Shadowed beneath the luscious trees,
The emerald grass and jagged rocks are her guards.
She scatters the wealth of tranquillity,
Over people who come to admire her.
On and on it flows through the landscape,
Like strips of glossy azure ribbon.
Far down within its *****
Swim the crystal fishes over the pearly pebbles.
The banks of her give soft, serene, cool shade
To the infants of Mother Earth.
The birds sing the chansonnette ,
And amplify your anthem of pacific flowing.
Summer wind floats and the butterflies flutter,
And the eddies gleam and quiver.
O blue diadem!
Keep on showering your River Bliss on us.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
Coastal air got obnubilate by her breaths,
And made the infuscated horizon to melt.
The adipsous dusk like an alchemy
Brought us together,
And underneath the stars we made constellations.
In the midst of it, so alive and alone
Breaths support like bones.
We draw figures in the calcareous sand,
And the sea erases their calligraphy,
But not our smell from its granuels.
The islands today too stand *****
To look at our eternall love.
The coconut tree bends to offer us bower.
And I still remember your tender heart,
cherubic smile, rosy cheeks and all of you.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC