Yellow pages of a tale crunched
To the hold of fingers playing along
The soft fabricated pieces of a story
My mind drifted away into its ecstasy
To a world woven to perfection
By the beautiful tailor of words
Starting off by the small brook of life
It led me to infinite sea of beatitude
Sailing along its strings of fable
Of love and romance
“How could Thee hurt me,my love?”
Tears dropped down the cheeks of maiden
Of the novel that held me awestruck
My eyes hurt from the rays of light
Looking up to the mirror my eyelets had strung
Together and wet from cascade of emotions
I had not noticed the sudden rush of grief
Feeling quite doleful I craved further
The story took me on a coaster ride
Rich in compassion and equal dismal
“Oh! The enchanted damsel of my heart
I vow before Thy never would I ever grieve Thee.
Those valuable tender eyes will shine forever”
Pledged the honest voice of her sweet beloved
My mind filled with heavenly gratitude
Bliss had overcome the dark clouds of glum
A sweet smile manifested on my lips
Unnoticed had I cheered too?
Such a delightful end to an exuberant tale
That spoke of mistake regret and repentance
That engulfed me into a tale of love
And not mistakenly the tray of words
Braided by the most magnificent author
Unmindful of the magical paradise
Have I too been into THE TALE OF TRANCE?...

In a dream a spider swallows a snake and
smiles
like  a
giant yellow sunflower being  kissed   by
                                                                ­ bees
                                                            ­     who
dance  wildly  with the  wind  as  it  turns
white
with
anticipation.   The  snake  charmer   plays
                                                           ­         his
                                                    ­              tune.
The  spider  dances,  rising up,  stretching,
elongating.
Her  legs
disappear, drawing   into  her  body where
                                                           ­         they
                                                   ­                 turn
into a flickering tongue that protrudes from
her
lips.
She wriggles in her dance; her tongue waves
                                                           ­         in the
                                                             ­       air to
the melody, begins  to sing a  sultry,  hissing
song.
Then
the charmer's flute begins to move, undulating
                                                      ­                  to her
                                                             ­           song's
cadence.   And the charmer is himself charmed.
He
sits
in a trance as his snake-flute wraps itself around
                                                          ­                    him
                                         ­                                     and
the  spider  looking  li­ke a  snake swallows them
both.

waking up to you curled up on my side
your shoulders welcoming my tender touches on your skin
the dip in your neck where I can leave my kisses
hips where for my arms to circle around
hair still smothered in the fragrance of last night's shampoo
nuzzling into you, I'm welcomed by a mixture of beads of sweat and warmth
you shuffle in your position, and turn to face me
eyes opened only halfway, still recovering from a dreamlike trance
you dare open your mouth to utter a word, but I stop you halfway with a gentle kiss
pulling away, your lips are curved into a tiny smile
and with the raspiest voice you can gather, you greet me "Good morning"
and indeed, that was all I needed to know I had a good day ahead of me

you hold yourself in this sort of trance,
eyes expressive but body no stance,
a fascinating event to see:
how your mind wanders valleys
but your body never leaves.