The amber light,
In the darkened room.
A silhouette,
Of me and you.

As two dark shadows,
Synchronize,
In a dance of passion,
While the bodies lie.

The heated room,
Has come alive,
As the lovers swim,
Into the night divine.

The bodies shiver,
Into a tighter hug,
As the shadows quiver,
With the waltz of love.

Passion they say,
Never sleeps,
Love they know,
Is forever on its feet.

These two lovers,
Will never know,
As their bodies tire,
The souls never slow.

A scratch from the thorn,
Of the ****** rose,
The price of love,
Isn't measured in gold.

An escape from the labyrinth,
Of lovers forgot,
Loneliness is release,
When death comes from the heart.

I saw flowers of colours,
The names of which I didn't know,
I saw pretty girls,
Swooning over the black and the gold.

A painted beauty,
A premonition of joy,
The gleeful smiles,
The heartfilled cry.

The old and the new,
Married for happiness,
Married for two.
The happy ever after,
In the bride's changing room.

Past all that noise,
Silence found a way back home,
Through passive souls, and lovers lost,
Quiet had found a muse in being alone.

The purple haze,
A shade too dark,
As day loses it's light.

Darkness falls,
Throughout the world,
An ode to lost love tonight.

I see the waves,
From oceanless lands,
A mirage, a beautiful lie.

I see the distance,
And see no end,
An endless void, the fright.

The crest and trough,
Of this quite song,
Love lost to sight.

A teardrop falls,
The building blocks,
Of salty bodies of life.

Before I became a son,
Before I became a brother,
Before I became a boyfriend,
I became a citizen.

A member of this glorious republic,
A brethren of a religious majority,
A student of an ideology far beyond my understanding,
A disciple of the right way.

A cacophony of wisdom,
Unwanted yet gained.
The more I learned,
The less I understood.

The rights and wrongs,
Like Upanishads and Vedas,
My role was set,
Through religion and gender.

But as the giants spoke,
Like gospels their truth,
It was the voice of the unheard,
That in me grew.

Even today,
I don't always know right from wrong,
Yet I'm taught by my betters,
That giants always fall.

My sister, my mother,
My better half together,
Guide me, direct me,
Ensure I don't slip through the large societal faults.

The world that we live in,
Is biased and grey.
But all it takes is a spark,
A voice to blow the dust away.

Rummaging through a library lost,
I found scripts long foregone.
A language made emotionless,
With words of letters and alphabets.

Yet poetry seeped,
Undiluted nor turned.
A sonnet of passion,
A hymn of love.

The rawness of words,
Not quite understood.
The barrier of language,
Not quite set onto.

An idiot speak,
So simply spoke.
A world of words,
Discovered without.

A simpler time,
For simpler minds.
Where oxford didn't,
Define my love.