#mystique
Da Vinci code or more
mystique than that
cracking the secret
only one that popped up
lost the tongue!
Jun 22, 2022
Jun 22, 2022 at 5:56 PM UTC
The night lit with red lamps,
oozing musk into the air,
the moon's drunk in the rhythm
of the dancer's heart,
as he twirls his partner.
She smiles through the night
as the jasmines on her hair
fills his heart with rivers
of passion of the heavens.
The mystique of the night
grips time as it stands still,
as they get engraved in time .
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 2:03 AM UTC
His favorite protégée
Mentors her day by day
You are his curious delight
You're always affable
And so unflappable
Yes you're his favorite acolyte
Though your aura's sacred chic
Radiating cool mystique
Your life story does bespeak
Constant fight
His patronage for your art
Remains for you're his dear heart
Shine favorite protégée shine
Rejoice that your lives intertwine
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
God made us blossoms
Beauty a subjective concept,
Yet when she held your soul
She plucked for you the light of sunsets
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 6:26 AM UTC
heart broken but
still standing proud
in this world with
deceiving harsh mystique
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
Roamed, rode the road before, with the same air around,
Grouped with the same feeling but the journey this time was straight and found,
Fiery and feisty was the path that led to the shine,
I was on the path until I saw a shrine.
Met a man, without a name, with his head covered with snow,
I kept on wondering as to why he was carrying a glow.
Lived in the shrine around that holy road,
So far away from the rest that along many miles no one could be heard.
Took my time and stayed at the shrine for the night,
Unknown to what was there under his mighty plight,
Brought on to the table, the book, along with his pipe,
Kept a piece of bread, and sat along with his dignity and pride.
Picture this, old rusted, dusty, worned off,
Book was heavy but it carried a strange light.
Turned the page and found out was carrying my name,
With every single page carried my glory and fame,
Stored and lost in those pages, wandered,
Who was this old man, and what is this shrine I started to wonder.
Moved on to every page and found out the turn of events,
Till I reach the page which told about the old man , his shrine and waited for a further advent,
The pages were blank, fresh, waiting to be written,
Confused and bound, I must be mistaken.
The old man stood up, gave me keys and said,
I’m the One, who doesn't belong here,
I write the rules, those which I never share’.
For it was time to march forward,
Because he had to write what I was supposed to do and moved on.
Returned back on the same old road to find a sign,
“He was never here”
Carrying a smile, Roamed, rode the road before, with the same air around,
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:01 AM UTC
Look into my eyes.
Your laser beam pupils
penetrating my core.
Melodic rhapsody drumming rhythm
across my curves.
Your light touch upon my skin
erupts waves of pleasure.....dive in with me.
Your kisses leave hearts beating on my flesh.
Dive in with me.
Immerse yourself in me
in my soul
in my energy.
Dive in with me.
Our love blends a magic potion of ecstasy.
Dive in with me.
My ocean is your reflection.
Take a look at yourself.
Dive in with me.
Save your words for breaths.
I can read your mind.
You want to dive in.
Dive in with me.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC