Love is never complete or perfect,
be it a mother
or a lover,
the more you love
the more you wish to say
or hold each other,
and yet
the heart and body
craves for more
never seems enough.

Wretched love
your victim
I'll never be.

My love
like sunlight is
illuminaiting all,
it's for you to catch
big or small.

Tonight it's Bach, Handel , Chopin
and more
just music please,
tried many songs
lyrics of kinds,
melodies high and low
yet, none reflect
my numb thoughts.

I wonder though
why so,
am I too dead or
words lack strength?

Just hold me tight
until I wake up
and really hear
words of your song,
till then
let it be only music
tonight.

This black and white shadow
the multi colored one,
at times color less too
makes me the color blind one.

It's that fiery phantom
flames leaping high
engulfing me
and yet leaving me behind
out in the dark.

This ego of mine
holds me captive
in the name of love,
I wish though
it would let me go
to be free
in the vast, blue sky.

Remember days
when
in your embrace
I forgot
rest of the world?

Listening to your heart,
feeling the skin
spread divine warmth
to mine,
I felt so secure
without a single door
or a gun,

You hold me still,
but it's not the same
the pureness is gone
I wish I knew
where YOU roam.

I drift on
like a block of ice
on the pounding sea
no destination,
knowing well that
soon will come
the end of me.

Always a dreamer
I imagine of going places
where I can't,
reaching the stars
that are never near at hand,
walking along Milky Way
knowing well,
it won't be any way.

And this foolish heart
falls in love
in the same way,
loving all alone
yet content with
love not being returned.

This wild heart
chooses to be foolish
for
love is something
that can't be erased
reciprocated
or otherwise.

Yeah, that's what you see
scarlet lips,
doe-eyed stares,
blushing cheeks
long black hair
framing the heart shaped face.

Ah yes,
a husky voice
promising good times.

And more
no less desirable,
am I
slim figure, revealing hips
curvy body
like a fresh rose
that you want
in fragrance and hold.

Do you ever wonder,
beyond the glitter
beyond that alluring smile
the all smiling look
who am I,
really?

I guess not,
like the apple you eat:
flesh you enjoy,
the core and seeds
are not your concerns,
they are destined
to be thrown away
when hunger is gone.

A tree it was, a life
shaking from root to top,
as wind raged
with the gathering storm,
bending low, creaking loud
breaking branches
leaves tearing away
and finally crashed
to the ground.

Uprooted tree,
life accepted
sad but undefeated
yet, peaceful it seemed.

I looked on
somewhere
a similarity perhaps:
I was numb
had nothing to say.