She cuckoos & swags across the heart
for stealing the breath off its beat,
I enjoy listening to her voices
whispering from somewhere outta Georgia street

William Shakespeare did speak,
"In delay there lies no plenty,----
Then come kiss me, sweety-n-twenty"
So I do write,
"Her devotional love makes the oceans restive,---
Even a breath of her ice crystals muse makes my heart festive"

And, winds blow
Her love arrives to my way,
Waves starting to flow
in one-direction where there's no sun-ray

With some caramel hues of her nocturnal love,
I inhale her throughout the night
Melancholy clouds burst out, though No Mistreat,
The echoes of rain start whispering around me,
&, along such a mist, she cuckoos & swags across the heart with naked feet.

When you earn love, you never treat that right
& when it walks out the barren roads
You run after the love making things clear with a pine

The gravity of universe attracts the love
For the piece of magnetic life
Your heart works upon your thoughts
And, you get lost to the pulse rated night

The life wonders. . .
When you earn love, you negotiate to feel the incense of it
& when the fragrances snicks out the world
You become desperate to drink each & every drop of bliss
Oh... So, life wonders, what's this?

Some visions, many questions
Comin' to hit you up at dusk
You living beyond the region, where there's no another sun

Sun never awaits for you to get scrolled down the sky
Moon ain't stop for you to come outta behind the light
What you've found in your hands. . .from the world
Is another “wonder to wander” to solving the puzzles of infatuated night.

The mystery of life
can't be forgotten by you
You belong to love but hundreds of kisses
belonging to you
Every direction you choose
to walk on
is filled with empty spaces
of your life
lead you to nowhere
but to invincible nights
which, you find, are
full of exchangeable true–lies
Lies? Yet, you ain't know..
what you're going through
but winning edge of your love
takes you to underneath the sky, blue
If you blow your love
to life,
your life brings you
true-love with cloudy snow
Love's already done!
Don't make it “to—do”
You ain't know what a heart's 'bout
but the heart's aware of your every new
move you take to put
the life on hue
Like an evening is mad at dusk,
you too seem crazy 'bout the shades of dew
And... with the end of the night
The mystery of life
gets forgotten by you
Every new day looks shorter than before
cause, the love's too wandering with... in you.

Deep within my soul, there's allot of flattered beats
that longing to hear your sound
Look at into my eyes...
My heart won't pin you down

Even the sky wants you to be with me on the sun
We blaze the flames to get burnt
Your love a drink...
drifting throughout the body like “current”

My love craving for the warmth of your sigh
Your moan gives an honor to moon
Look ov'r the wickedness of my shimmering night
The love ‘Red’ but the heart loves the color you wear...  ‘Maroon’.

Desire sets the heart alight
& the mind on fire
Desire...
Desire makes the soul flying
across the world labelled with ‘liar’

You need one love
that's kindly blessed by the heart, entire
but when you find it coming your way
Even the life seems to be hired

Oh.. These Desires...
never let the heart breathe outta fire,
though what one needs to be with love
is nothing more than just a piece of being admired

Being admired's not enough
to please the bowl of desperate heart,
The destiny of life's found where the heart's placed...
& when someone enters the trespass of this phase,
The Spirit of love itself gets lost somewhere across the unwritten pages of  love, The love--A Maze.

A poetry reflects what your soul's 'bout
It shows, how gratifying your love is
The words consider how one speaks through a verse
Love needs one breath & the lips look desperate for one kiss

My dreams working around your daze
I'm so lost into my own stupefy maze
You wrap a wisp of your love around my life
Your love gives me a jack to give you a high raise

A white fog speaking though your voice;
Your love for me coming through my rejoice
A leaf of ecstasy wants you to be mine
So, My heart needs you cause my spirit has no other choice.

My poisonous love - A poetic soul
The modification of puckish heart- A cold - blooded bowl
full of your deviant love
stirred with the taste of your strawberry lips , I howl

Real night comes along midnight tranquility
I hear the echoes of yous, Oh cold - Breeze
drives me to your enthral heart
making me lost inside you; 'bout your spellbind heat...
.. resided to your deepen love belonged to mine
With night, you undress your flowery spirit for me, A sly
I rolled up the whole drooling persona of yours with... in the blanket
like a heart seems to be hooked up with its every salacious beat,
~ Oh My French romance & your Italian love so Italic ~

Habibi, I sing you a lullaby
Like a God blessing the whole heart, deeply
The game's made to be over, but not my love, sweetly
Sanorita, Maria, Bri-bee, hey, Nina bonita, oh honey-bee
whatever your name is; wherever you reside to, my spirit needs you completely.

Before the evening came,
The dusk spoke up to my spirit
'bout the redemption it brought to beautiful lives,
I got sunk into the ocean, in a minute
& the memory of my heart walked out into the ashes... to darkling nights

The ashes of my heart flattered across the street
I smoked for a while
& a glass of wine stole the breeze
My eyes glared at the pages written by me late-night
I tried so hard to arrange but every note got flamed up into the pieces of my life.

She had a glow to shine; had a shine to glow
Love unleashed the life to heart
& the heart relinquished everything to bow
She had a lit to flicker so she flickered overnight
I watched her wavin'  'pon transculent winds
as if she "Voosh-ed" the lamp with smile
Darkness got us pleased around, oh her very warmth on surround
She closed her raring eyes in love & I fiercely broke her unbroken shell, Unbound.

You never wished to get what you already deserved
but the heart brought you a life where you got emerged
with the temptation of **** mind
that took you away.... away from your life
The love beyond the region crowned you... the queen of my realm
You took a flight & flew off the kingdom of wicked world
& reached out the desperate, & so restless glory of my helm
The destiny of your cantankerous heart led you to the fifty shades of my fractious love
& brought you a new life - A life that labeled you - A white dove
A Dove - an omen; a mark; a zodiac sign of freedom
Oh, the night with you makes me an Italic pigeon
who flies across the world over the nights;
steals your every shimmery breath under the full-moon-night,
& gives you everything with pleasure when the rain love beating again your our galvanize.

Every transparent drop of her love in disguise of salted rain
takes me away from my melancholy pain
I breathlessly look up at into the castle of indigo sky
Whatever it is --- Love's unspeakable - A lie
I preciously speak up the versions of truth to me,
but the words're seemed so lost behind the fog, I see
Though the love's found ov'r, the hues of, her delicate lips;
attract me toward her - her love ain't make me sick
I'm an Italic poet - Italian love's my first choice
The mist of her eyes,- so moist - Even the poetry belongs to her kiss
I need her love -  A love that takes me to nowhere, I fly
Even the warmth of her mouth makes me blessed with the ecstasy of her rejoice.

And the heart messed up with precious moments
with no reason to get hurt itself,
Ecstasy brought it the pleasure of fake components
Which help it residing to the new-corners of book-shelf

Old, dusty, & rotten pages of books
serve it a real nice pleasant scents of its artistry,
As the time ticked by with looks
It goes emerged into the words of literacy

*No more hurt, No more love
Only the memories of past
seem to be saved to the broken-heart

The heart always gets hurt,
no matter if it treats the love right,
Love makes the heart brutal, faithless, & nerd
which costs it further with much price

So, the heart decides not to get fallen in fake love
again 'n again,
Seasons come every year so the rain... with pain

Love's fake, but the true love ain't, so are we
Love makes the hues of heart desperate so do we
What's lost and whatsoever just found
Love ain't a thing that's meant to be sepulchred “under” the grave of conspired-ground

And, by the end, the heart makes all the old and new books
its noble friends...
which pat on its flesh, & make it running along new-trends*

Dusk falls down, Night comes down
It slept away, & the morn appears around
And the heart gets spoken;
It says,
“It feels good thinking 'bout new-lit
& forgetting everything even all the pleasure off sin,
Literature becomes the beat; a passion, No more spit
Now I re-start off the life... living along wisdom, I admit."

Silence - O', Even the silence has got something to say
in words of winds blown off Northern array
At first, it makes heart free from all worries,
but the next moment -
Everything seems to be burnt out into broken-furries

The diamond's costless so all spirits,
but when it comes to poor-faith,
Even the "love" goes down into shattered pieces

Echoes On Nights - O' the echoes of such restless ashes
make some noise across the tight-lipped room
And, the silence has got much to bleed,
When the castles of night go disappeared by the doom

With time, as usual, beautiful morn knocks at the door
The heart gets trapped inside the loop,
Melodious beats of its phase go bounced up ov'r the floor
& scream, O' the life's nothiing, but an empty cup of cold-soup.

Your curvaceous body had me swayed ov'r the bed
to chase the dream, unseen
Salted warmth portrayed the tapestry 'pon life
& I went through the love-stream
to reach out to nowhere but to the doorway of your heart, I gleam
“The Desperation” lit the spark to beloved spirit;
Gratification drove us to lonely-Island
You belonged to firewall & your love supersonic
It's always been a pleasure to me...
to let your breast crush under my chest for the spark of having gratification, electric.

A dairy wants to get written with an ink of tears
Your voice a song lingering in my ears
My love couldn't be last but seemed first to your soul
I believe, my spirit can hold you for a million of beautiful years

You're a dusk kissing my heart;
a beautiful wind blowing my mind;
a bird that's chirping around me
& a mid-night dream that's stemming through the time

A flower gets wilted without water
I want to breathe you, you love's like a quarter
The moon; the sun & the rain all belonged to you
Where would I be if my love ain't come outta blue?

You're quill; a fragile; an empty page
that's meant to get written without wage
Even the nirvana's to you, I blaze
You're a pleasure on all my nights
My heart utterly engaged to have you beyond the age.

Love smoothly soothed out;
takes cold spirit beyond the dark-cloud'
The rain comes down;
desperately falls down all ov'r the ground,
Home seems to be secured, & the heart lost in the crowd
Love on the red covered with 'caramel-paint'
The paint upon heart makes the spirit more vivid
Salacious romance reaches beyond its limit
Naked bodies upon bed...
It's probably not mimic, but the night seems rigid
Complexity of its vibes, & the brutal effect of heart - Everything so frigid
Either treat it right or treasure it lustfully wrong,
Love will never make you feel lone (not even in the morn)
Feel it inside her sighs when she touches you with a tone
A tone of her anaesthetic moan - Oh, the "Night" (turns) on
Make a best room for her in your heart not in your home
It's found in your eyes,
how you admire her beauty in ov'r the night
Simplicity with love, love for simplicity
Hungry heart unleashed to her pristine spirit
Authenticity of electrified heartbeats go turned into intensity,
& She rolls down all ov'r the bed like a phosphoresce lyric
listened to your soul whenever she visits
across the gallery of your night
to make an every phase of your life “numb” within the... a minute.

Mournful lit of the foggy morn;
Melancholy whisper of the brighten moon,
Told me one night not to be what the world made me to
But... the puckered heart didn't hear what they said
And, I wandered all ov'r the night don't know what i'm going through

Now the mind wants to be empty;
wanna lit every thing into ashes that it played with
It had a great time with "time", plenty
but, it's  became an old-fashioned-historical myth

The whisper or sounds—A sweet melodic chaunt of birds;
A poet's poetic shades on entangled words,
Touched a beautiful young lady's soul
whose life got painted on colors
but the beauty made the world to kiss up what the poet discovered.

Emotionalism of your romanticism imbued with the shades of my iridescent heart,
& the honey-eyed hum of etching breath emerged into sultry itched snore. . .
. . oft. harass us ov’r the mid-dew of introspective night,
I soothe you with the possession of stately transcendent obsession,
Unless the distortion of B–grade–B-lust have you erupted down to the ripples of my insatiable life
My life – the night – a shade – an ash – the sin – one delight –  
An inflection of unsatisfied love – of all the hunger above –
the sniffle of quizzically blown winds unseen, my love…
drag you straight to the ruthless constellations of boulevard’s ****** street,
I cover your uncover body, lying naked in our bed, with the pleasure of my whole emperor warmth
Unless you go twitched, from the very top to naked bottom, like a vulnerable slave completely enslaved with defeat.