#love-story
A girl sitting at the table next
restless, was slyly eyeing his pie,
kind of cute, like in childhood
it sure was, yet seemed a ploy
to gatecrash in to his privacy,
and give company, as it pleased her.
"The pie is blackberry if you fancy it ,
I''ll be glad, you can have it all,
I know there is no other left"
He played Mr.Nice guy,solicitous,
but behind that face of his,
was the arrows of light, hitting him,
from those sparkling eyes,
vying with each other, to build up
a halo chamber, almost visible around him!
Blackberry pie is no big deal, of course
he knows a whole hillside with
bushes full of ripe, succulent ones,
any day he could have his fill, raw
or as a flaky crusted pie backed by his mom.
But those sparkling eyes that in a moment
made him build castles in the air
had an electric appeal, he can't ignore.
The offer she said, was irresistible,
not a type she is who snatches,
dainty stuff from someone just bumped in to
"But the way your eyes did glint,
when you looked makes me ask
:haven't we met somewhere before?"
"There is a fickleness in this,love at first sight,
do you need to fall head over heels?"
a little voice within, that has a problem
in such things, kept raising a doubt.
"But without a first sight,there can't be love
may it be fickle, we'll tackle it the way it goes"
replies another,who seems to care for love.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC
The most exquisite symbol that I could give,
“A teardrop on the cheek of time”. This tomb
Of my heart white walls of marble enclose.
Nothing matters. Even if the people suffer,
Their blood will stain the Makrana stone;
Unclean, no longer pure. My love rests
With your moldering body forever. Only
Our youthful memories keep me until
I lie with you, again, Mumtaz.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
To the people I forgot
I am an insomniac
there's no way that my sleep thinks about you
To the people I didn't continue loving
There's enough ocean to hide the love I had for you
To the people I admired every moment
its the time to end the every pretend that I had with you.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC
i
My ugly love, when you are so beautiful
to me it’s not enough for my mouth
whose kisses routinely bathe you
in an inventory of whispers, love-cries
with tenderness for however long
nature allows, you allow, fate allows
flower by flower, I would choose you
again and again, my loving angel
ii
Your body’s fragrance is my
shadow’s energy, your humid flesh
the channel of my dreams
if also for our child, who forgot to incarnate?
my truthful love, so sincere and honest
with armpits like the smell of wheat
and ******* as impetuous as a stormy sea
and eyes like wildfire, cutting me
iii
Into sweet obedience, I could not imagine
that I could have built a house of
sweetness without your splendor
and how you love cherries, your cheeks
an Asian wispy elven secret of youth
my soul-engaging love, I have to remind myself
we are getting older together in
beloved months, we sometimes forget the details
iv
Of why nothing mattered or had a name
except each other, we were made for this
an alchemy of spirits, while our shared beauty
allowed us to endure poverty
with gifts as plentiful as sparking
moments of gratitude that went on forever
like lessons learned from wise calming friends
and lovers that felt like they were
v
Gifts from the gods, plump-wide-eyed
spiritual dreams of some strange mineral belonging
we walk naked through the golden church
of our earthy love, as if we learned to be
one body, one shared soul wearing
clothes of separate bodies, laughing minds.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC