Just when I sensed a shower creeping out my eyes,
I let my heavy lids block the sky,
A wave of euphoria ran cap-a-pie the pores,
I felt life, with contentment in the core.

Not that he was incapable of inditin',
'Twas the words that caved in,
Squeeze us out you dare, they said,
tears will consort, caper, abet.

Despite, he let the ink strew,
right alongside the beads of rue,
Bedecking with guilt, the Chartaceous world,
But, lo, the bespangled had the words engulfed.

Held with despair the paper of riot,
He dropped the quill and quit the fight,
Words go lost how I write about you
Tears rush forth and blight the  milieu.

Her sweetness-laden face,
beckoned with a grace,
A wishful ray of hopes,
inconspicuously morose.

He read it with an ease,
The Pinings cached in crease,
Swaying like a tremor,
Agog for a breather.

Whilst unfurling the crease,
He feared his irrational leash,
Careened before her eyes,
And pulled his hands back inside.

He thought he had better,
Leave intact the wrapper,
For a sudden quietude hurts more,
Than a phlegmatic uproar.

The prophylactic coolth you shed when in your girth,
My troubles, my angst, my qualms go vicariously submerged.
Oh you miraculous body of ineffable wonderment,
How you cleanse my body, my soul so pure, only you understand.

You take the spirit off my body and fly it like a balanced kite,
Your water, tiding and ebbing, hoists me up above an unfathomable height.
Birds see me fly at a height they can never desire,
Burnt in envy they wonder how he basks so, what a privileged flier.

I look down to see how you tranced my corporeal abode,
It's poised, lost in you, my eyes, my brain shut close.
The Azure of yours swallowing all my murky blues,
My lips gradually widening and my hands suddenly arose.

The Panorama cloistered by the earth with its assent,
The planets, the Stars, the Sun ceased their celestial movement.
The Aurora cropped up donned its best attire,
A sprig of thunder appeared, and conched the desire.

Away from the scent you love the most,
Eccentricities that cannot anyone host,
Laughs that **** the excruciating woes,
Smiles that swoon the tangled furrows,
Persiflages hidden in the frivolous boasts,
Fleeting skirmishes drenching with Rose,
Trenchant wits stippling Eros.
How can you be extant, my love, I'm a ghost.

They met again, today
With a Crate of loneliness harboured in their hearts,
With a coffer replete with lugubrious shards,
With trails of silence lingering their yards,
They met to brew some solace.

They met again, today
Keeping aside, the onus of their lives,
Bringing forth the child lost somewhere inside,
Laughing away the droll rules and rites,
They met to feel significant.