There's something about the way my hand fits into yours
And when our eyes meet it's like a cataclysmic explosion

With you time and space reconfigures into a single, fiery focal point
Like the sub-atomic particle that formed all life

There's something about your smile that I can't help but adore
And when our lips touch it's like I'm tasting ambrosia, as I become inebriated from the momentary fusion

When I'm with you my heart pitter-patters and detaches from my body as it soars through the heavens like a supernova
For I know I'm experiencing the final evolutionary stages of who I am now
And a new me is being born

Now that I've met you nothing can be the same
My whole being quickens at the sound of your name

Give me the shelter of your warm embrace
Let it unfurl and cover me like the wings of an angel
For its only in such moments that i feel safe

Give me the affable comfort of your light
Let those rays pierce through me and chase away the dark
For its only in such moments that i feel at peace.

You've turned my forsaken shack into a gleaming sanctuary
And given me a hideout that I can turn to when stormy clouds arise

You've turned my hollow hovel into a glowing hearth
And given me a a place of refuge that I can retire to when I am weary

Let me retreat into you once again
There I will dwell
And return to a place that I know so well

Go ahead
Strip me down
And let my bare skin glisten in the moonlight
Like a lost penny.
Smooth, rich and brown

Stroll strategically towards the stranger
That you wish to straddle between your thighs
Yet never know intimately

Haven't you noticed that my thoughts stream on infinitely?

Flawlessly they stretch out
And might even strike a cord with you
Like a string quartet enveloping
your world with an influx of sound
If only you'd let them

I could take your mind to the brink with a wink
And single link of the syllables inside my head
Yet, I just nod politely

Fine.
Sink into the couch with me
And without a blink drink in my nakedness
Like an alcoholic ogling a bottle of Jack's at the side of a liquor store

Stroke the corpulent curves that you so desire
No need to straggle
Or strive to garner any form of familiarity

You've unbuttoned my shirt with your fingers
But why can't I undress you with my words?

My feet step to the grey rhythm of the city sidewalks

My eyes, mirror back the steely, boxed array of enclosures that I am surrounded by

These wide-eyed giants close in on me and leave me destitute
In pulse and imagination.

I can only beg, dear mother Gaia, that you take me back into your warm embrace
Let me revel in your beauty and splendor
As you flood my senses with a vibrant assortment of colour
Bring me back to life in a miraculously lazarian-like fashion
For only you could do so

Grab ahold of my hand my love
Squeeze it tight,
Let the very essence of my being take flight
And there I will float above the din to better days

Right there,as i'm left suspended in midair
With no solid ground beneath my feet
I can bask in the light of your presence
And like a child bounce with joy to the sweet music we make

Interwine your lips with mine my love
And as they melt into one,
Let them pour all your desires, hopes and fears into me
Don't stop til our cup overflows with sheer bliss like it did before

There,in that single moment,
I know your tender kisses will engulf my senses in a fiery dance
And like a brave knight with a lance,
Chase away the shadows that creep up on me in your absence

Lock your eyes with mine my love
Let me drown in those deep blue pools of tranquility
And there I will find peace of mind as you arrest the noise in my head with just one glance

There,in that instant of infinite delight,
I let your hypnotic gaze glue all my broken pieces into place
And safely travel back to July
Back to the days when I had you close by

Whisper softly into my ear my love
Let me hear the words I long to
And like a secret incantation uttered by a powerful wizard
I'll promptly be under your spell
I'll get lost in a place that I know so well

Back there,with you, is where I belong
So please my love,
let those sweet,sweet,sweet syllables locked up inside your mind escape your tongue
Let them wrap themselves around me
And like a warm blanket cover and comfort me ...
If only just one last time

I'd rather drown in the deep blue sea,
than let you shed a tear for me

I'd rather burn to ashes at the stake,
than be without you when I wake

Yet,like Tantalus I reach out for the sweet fruit of your affections
Only to realise it's beyond my grasp and above my apprehension
For my darling,your love is an elusive mystery,not an open book

I'd rather crumble into a heap of rubble,
than let you suffer alone when you're in trouble

I'd rather lose every once of my breath and suffocate,
than let my love for you dissipate

Yet,Like Sisyphus I'll bear this brunt on my own for all eternity
And tirelessly, continue the uphill battle of conquering your heart
From start to finish and finish to start
But I'll do it with a smile on my face
For my darling, your love is a slow passionate torture,not a race

I'd rather sip on some hemlockian potion,
than withhold my time and my devotion
But my sweet...would you do the same?

I close my eyes
And let my lungs heave in the toxicity
I shut them tight
As my thoughts take flight
And I push away reality

‘*** I know there’s a place with no binding ties
Where I don’t have to bend the knee
There’s a space, with open plains and clear blue skies
Where I get to run wild and free

I close my eyes
And feel a burning urge
From myself to purge
All those “how do you dos” and “no thank yous”  
All those petty pleasantries which are meant to woo

‘*** I know somewhere there’s an endless horizon of possibilities
And it’s devoid of archaic norms meant to rein me in
I know there’s a little spot above the urban din
Where I get to stomp away on all those bogus formalities

Yet society’s stirrups
Ever close by
Dig hungrily into my ribs
Walk on, walk on
They silently compel
As I step in a direction
I know all too well

Any capricious conduct
And swiftly the saddle masters’ whip gives a nip
To prompt adherence to custom
For my current behaviour is in bad form

In the end what to choose and pick?
Will it be the carrot or the stick?

Bitter winter winds may rustle my leaves
And shake me to the core
But I stand still
For my roots keep me grounded

Sharp shooting showers may pour
And drench my very soul
But I stand still
For heavenly waters only set my desire to persevere alight

In the end, when all is said and done
I stand still
For I am secure in the knowledge
That thou art with me

Clipped wings can't fly
They lack the momentum,the drive
To pound the ground
And reach out to the heavens

Broken wings can't fly I tell you!
They are battered
Bruised beyond repair
While the pain is too great to bear
So they fold in
And in time are frozen
Frozen in the that ,moment of angst

The worst kind,however,
Are caged wings
The power within them
Is akin to the gods
But it's use is restricted
So they just disintegrate
While never knowing
How high they could soar

When you look at “me”
What do you see?
Do you see my smile?
The one meant to razzle-dazzle and beguile?

The one which like the sun,
Is so warm, so inviting
But deadly enough to leave you blind
Ag my dear go ahead, look away!
Save your eyes for yet another day.

When you look at “me”
What else do you see?
Is it my charm?
Careful now, that can also harm


For, like a lake you skimmed my surface
Skimmed it and just stopped there
To look any further you didn’t dare
Why? Is it really such a scare?
Or do you simply not care?

Now you know that calm exteriors
Don’t make for tranquil interiors
No different than a volcano
People erupt from within

The next time you look at me
I do hope you see:
The shyness
The fear
All the insecurities.
But most of all
Genuine happiness
As I smile at you with my eyes

Buzzing away
Day to day
The worker bee
Scouts, collects and creates
Life-giving nectar is what she makes
To the benefit of all

Suddenly, who do we spot?
It’s none other than queen mother!
Proudly she sits on her golden throne
With one or two a favoured drone
Although a femme-fatale she might be
It’s thanks to this coupling the bee can BE

Could we not learn from this?
Hers to hers and his to his?
Separate duties, yet part of the whole
Everyone plays an important role
Then no one would have to be left
To float about on their own, all bereft

Oh why instead, do we sting one another with our words and deeds?
And continue to focus on our solitary needs?

An iron-born man
In menacing manacles
Told ME I'm the prisoner
Blindly I burst into laughter
Until he said
You poor, silly goose,
Is that a tie you're wearing?
Or a noose?

These invisible chains
I can't shake loose
For my light receptors
Have been gauged out
Two silver shekels
Stuffed there in their stead
Now the man in the shackles
Gets to be the one who cackles

i'll tread the path he knows so well
For the captive learnt to love her cell

In the beginning
There was nothing,
Nothing but the minute possibility
For life to spring into reality

From that potential I -
Yet a sapling - grew.
All beamed with freshness
All was green, lush and new

Seasons changed,
And I with them.
Fragments of my primordial self
Began to wither at the hem.

Being so young
I clung fervently
To these parts of me
Instead of setting them free

But once I pruned them away
Like the shrivelled branches of a grapevine
What came back
Was stronger and more bountiful than before

A fiery depth within me consumes everything in sight.
Like an inferno burning across a busy street
Without any prejudice, it devours all that’s pure
And all that’s unchaste alike.

These ferocious flames smother and choke out
Even the tiniest morsel of our love until nothing is left.

I’ve lit a fire; one that I thought would make us sizzle and smoke with sheer ecstasy
But ignited rage instead.

I’ve blazed a trail; one that I thought would bring me closer to you
But has only led to destruction.

And long after I’ve gone, my footsteps continue to spit and crackle
These glowing embers will lick at your feet.
My only hope is that you are strong enough to follow,
Even when they turn crimson.

Perhaps then, out of the ashes of our past,
Something new can arise.

Rusty, rickety limbs of mine
Rattle along the yellow brick road
A way to relinquish heavy burdens
Do they seek

The first weighty sack I bear
A mystical maiden has within
One who hides what the morrow will bring
Oh, couldn’t I tip-toe and take a peek?

The second hefty bag, however
Is in fact as light as a feather
Though fooled be not by its lack in substance!
For its mighty grip continues to tether me along
The path of the golden brick road

This particular bag in question
Has a greying man in its possession
One who is very familiar to me
One who knocks at the door of memory
And shows me what has come before

The last bulky piece of luggage
Has naught within its confines
Nothing but a glaring emptiness
Which tells the story of a vacant space
Where my tick-tock ticker ought to be

Thus here I am
Creaking and croaking
Along this treasured trail
With my tin-can body

On my way to the emerald city
In hopes to find a remedy
For the calamity
Known as coeur brisé