With tears welling in her eyes
Six-year old chubby cheeks
Staring in silence through the doors
When the virus has taken her mother away.

I keep thinking of thy eyes
   How they slice me through my soul,
Thy ethereal smile so effervescent
   Which tends to vapourize in the thin air,
Thy pouting lips behaving tight
   In tandem to maintain the fake decorum,
The lovelocks in your shining dark hair
   Tending to cascade down opening-up,
What keeps me thinking of thy soul
   I myself am not sure how the passion grows.

The silent night
   Dingy and dark,
The moon is not there
  In the backyard,
The stars fled
  Out of my sight,
I can feel you
  By my side,
When none around
  Your presence is a solace
In the wounds
  Of solitude and despair.

Love me
   without a question
Entangle me
  removing your doubts
Embrace me
  forgetting the viruses abound
Drench me
  surrounding this ecstasy
Enchant me
  with the musical soiree
Play with me
  as the kids play around
Endure me
  for all I am
Love me again
  I need that love again...

You know what...
   When you look into my eyes
   I indulge in the depth of the ocean ahead...
When you keep talking to me,
   I feel myself showering in the
   Everflowing mountain rivulets...
When you touch me
   I feel the shiver up my nerves
   Trembling passions abound...
When you kiss me
   I feel submerged in ecstasy
   Living in the seventh heaven...
When you come all over me
  I live in the stars
  And the twinkling galaxies...
You know what...
   I am waiting for you
   To crush me to ecstasies...

The winds are sweeping through the forest pines
   Kissing past the barks in the dingy nights,
Listen to the howls and the hisses around
   You will feel the ripple in your tummy abound.
Walk around barefoot in the grasses green
   Touch the lavish nature's dreams
Sublime the soul in nature's hive,
   Enjoy the passion of the bountiful vibes.

The waves breaking into the moonlit beaches
   Are losing their virginity to the adolescent soils
The roar they create in utter jubilant ecstasy,
  Falling on the deafening ears of the pine tree grooves.
They roll and they grow in the depth of the oceans
  Only to bounce and leap in youthfulness
Onto the lapping nature of the sandy white beaches
  To attain their union with the sins of the soil.