My heart is
Molten sensuality
An
Unquellable
   Emotional
Tempestuous storm.

A kiss I steal
From a lady with a veneer of steel
Instantaneously time stills.

I want to sing you a ballad
As you choosily pick at your salad.
While at it wish you can hazard
A guess as to who’s mastered
The landscape and terrain
Of your voluptuous body with less mental strain
And painstaking care, noting every nook, cranny and vein
So it’s etched in the fabric of my brain.
The rose in my hand is wilting
I think it’s in supplication to the refreshing
Garden in your heart that’s bristling
With freshness and that’s not surprising.
As you enchant me with your spellbinding smile
Hope you can bob your head to my tune all the while.

Lips that ‘scream’ velvety
Embodiments of perfect symmetry
Glossed to a gloriously red sheen
Undoubted indication of religious meticulous preens.

Of these I seek some bliss
From the eye catching miss
With whom my heart she unknowingly holds ransom
Hope this feeling in me does beautifully blossom.

A love song
Without Lyrics from the heart
With love.

My heart’s a ball of icicles
In shackles
Of manacles

Glistening with intent and purpose
Are hurled full throttle at my heart
Hell bent on infecting it with indifference
And coldness, a quick cold death.
The embers in my heart respond with blinding intensity
Instantaneously melting them all in a single shine.

A soulful song
Escaping from a depthless
Oasis of stillness.

Is quiet noise
Peacefully disquieting
Shredding sanity to zillion
Pieces.

Fire in a world of ice
Smoldering the heart’s soul

An unholy indisposition to everything sublime.
A tight knot
In the pit of the mind’s stomach
That instantaneously churns whenever any literary aim
Crosses it
Transcending all “schools” of thought
Known and imaginable to man.
Thoughts go a muck
And in no time bit by bit
A mouthwatering piece is birthed and it’s so much fun

Consciousness’s disgruntled
Mistress
Who strays away
From the marital bed.

Smiles go miles
In warming  hearts
Of emotionally challenged people.

She quintessentially embodied the phrase
‘Paragon of beauty’
Perfectly chiselled face
Symmetrical features and a smile that could
Smoulder one’s heart in a millisecond
She had an aura of nonchalance around her
And an umbrella delicately balanced over her head
Despite it being scorching hot
She walked as if in fear of hurting
The very ground she trod on
Attracting surreptitious glances from passers-by.
I stood rooted to the exact spot I had stood ages before
In utter awe and wonderment at the breath taking sight I beheld
Then out of the blue she appeared to be on the verge of kissing the ground
I instantaneously lurched forward to her rescue
She, landing appropriately in mine outstretched arms
The look on her face * priceless*
Discomfiture and fear apparently evident on her face
Soothingly I assured her all was indeed well
Whilst revelling in the idea that I had come to the rescue
Of the exceedingly beautiful lady.

No tears
A myriad fears
Mixed feelings
Heart wrenching heartbreaks.

The sun lightly caresses my face
And my eyelids flutter in glowing
Appreciation and admiration, heart stirs
Dreamily awake, reluctant to resume its
Exceedingly vital task, funny how it slackens
Sometimes when its primary task is a matter
Of life and death, literally.
My fingers make fleeting acquaintance with my
Temples, a quick rubbing to ease blood flow
To stave off a nagging headache.
Soon, every part of me is more
Accommodative of the notion of waking up
And by extension the happenings
Of the remainder of the day.

The world does need a people
With hands clasped in prayer
Not clenched in fists.

A soul suspended in an intricate matrix
Of unprecedented circumstance
Buoyed by a feeling of immense ecstasy
And a cocktail of other mixed emotions
Experiences the gripping embrace
Of nostalgia.
Scenes regurgitated from the remotest part of
The brain get intertwined with a beleaguered consciousness
Relish and distaste merged into one
Them memories…emotional souvenirs of a tumultuous past
Recollection of the past is indeed  bittersweet
After all isn’t it
*A frantic chase after the wind